Silence is a knife with double edges
Sound is a blade with sharp handles
Socialization is bar, with no end in sight
Impossible to fill, but too easy to lose
Isolation is a blanket
Comforting, but too warm
Sickness is a barrier
One with benefits
Health is a joy
One with hidden sides
Humanity was a mistake
Too many to count
We killed and conquered
End is in sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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