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Silent Soul (english)

Sitting here alone,

I wish to burst,

I wish to break,

I wish to cry.

Controlled are the features of my face,

The sound of my voice,

The movements of my body.

A storm's raging.

Tearing my insides,

Scattering my soul,

Crushing against me with tides of feelings.

Instead of bursting, I'm drinking.

Instead of breaking, I'm building walls.

Instead of crying, I'm cutting.

But instead of collapsing, I'm writing.

Letting the feelings pour off me,

Im trying to shape them into words.

Letting the storm crash onto the paper,

I make it built the sentences.

Only my soul will continue

to burst, to break, to cry,

But silently.