when the day is over
you walk your way towards home
and keep the silence
about what happened
your lips, and they say, they cannot help themselves,
shall try to mumble and move like a wounded man
asking for help, yet, you keep the promise to yourself
be gentle, and be so careful
let your silence reign
let there be no talking pain.
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