the rain slams hard on rooftops as the sound resonates from the world i created bounded by my ears. halfway through a bottle of wine, i'm lost at finding the right words to echo my sentiments but at the same time hide it.
hands tied, i suddenly became the fool on the hill watching the world change before his eyes. screaming didn't help as the sound from my lungs was empty. struggling to get out only made my wrists sore as evidenced by the scars. might as well stay still and wait for salvation and vindication.
the streets won't be dry for a while.
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