Grito

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Shout
Shut up. Bored. Ignored. Suffered. Cutting.
It resounds from the depths of your soul.
The spokesman announces the explosion.
The sound of silence hurts your sensitive ears.
Salt water drops on your face.
Weakens.
Try again.
Again his voice is stifled.
Everything is dark. Empty.
Fall asleep.
Choked with words that could not be said.
And they will not be heard.
He has only one left.
The silence
Screaming.

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