I am silent.
I am stone.
Except... stone doesn't have a heart which can break.
I cut myself free.
Untethered the only thing that can be hurt- is me.
I am safe. I have no fucks to give.
A year has passed. A few months since.
I stop mid thought that has escaped my pinched parched lips:
"If there ..."
My voice stops as my ears ring with the sound I haven't heard it so long. I haven't heard my own voice in so long. My souls aches as it did when I left it all behind.
"If there is a God... he wouldn't have taken you from me."
He has no heart. HE is made of stone.
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