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My Silences

Don't judge me by my silences. They don't divulge the whole story. There is a story that runs in my mind. I carry it's lines in my thoughts and live its scenes in my life. I am the Macbeth and the Othello. I am also the Romeo in my story.

You are omnipresent. It is as if the script revolves around you. You are in each scene, ever chapter every line.

And as the curtain comes down on me, you dissolve into my mind, like a dark cloud of my own making. Taking weird forms of my own perception.

Don't judge me by my silences. There was never a moment in my life, when I stopped talking to you.

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