Designer: Manikka
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Silence bears some grudge against me..it brings the cloudiness back into my far and away gaze; it purses my lips and grits my teeth. It glazes my vision, leaving plaid skirts and magazine cutouts to fade into old tiles and older thoughts. The steady background noise -a.k.a. the all too familiar Assumptionista banter, folds into a heartbeat.

I cannot keep myself when the silence comes..it insists upon all of me. My present's defenses crumble, brick by brick, with every tick. There's so little left to resort to, in the armory..soon enough, it's all going to be down to stolen glances and wishful thinking.

Regardless..there are no guarantees -not even of failure, or despair; all we've got in this life are opportunities to fight, and the chance to make things right, for our own sake. In time, I will have convinced the most stubborn bits of my mind and soul..and the silence will find no means of attack. My resolve will shelter no weakness whatsoever.
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