Inside, tender yearnings of a child hide, afraid to speak
or quench the silence, lest abusive undertakings fill more
of life.
Watching many facets of relationships expending themselves
in daily friendships, wishing to become a part also of this
world.
Running through hundreds of situations, never touching limits
of expansion, forever limited to inner boundaries.
Daring not to venture far, because pain and sorrow are the
only things held reservedly for self alone.
Turning eyes away from living, climbing down the stairs inside,
reading, writing, reclusively becoming the silence cast
upon them from birth.
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