man cries, screams! As long as your soul does not come out to clean the floor, colandoti trickles from the mouth in green. The man screams to let off steam, why not always other ways to do so.
We are all screamers, sometimes silently in our little universe. We are the stars going out, throwing their last ray of light with an agonizing cry.
Shout to the world that we are, perhaps, the world will respond. And you'll understand to exist. Break down each chain that captures your voice, do not let it win the unnecessary empty. Fill your lungs with good air and sends a signal of life. I will listen. We will listen. The vocal cords vibrate, articulating words and thoughts, leaving you free to say what they want, browsing your "if" your "but." A fight without injury ahead, perhaps no external injuries but great emorregie inside of us consume every word. The Scream
us free. The fire goes out. The sky is clear. The sun is high. We are here. Everything is said. No word lies silent .
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