My hands, one tied and one left unchained . So I, try to write with the one left untied. Screeching through the cracks of the walls, seeking images to make them listen. Words need to be said, words need to be heard. But here I, am trying to write it down because no one is inquisitive in listening them all. My words resonate and falls back on me, making me feel more feeble. So here I, am trying to write it down with my one hand tied and one hand loose.
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