I feel like I can't talk, more of that I shouldn't speak.
That every word I have to say now, and every word that I have said, has been pointless, of no fruit, and just unnecessary.
And so, I shouldn't speak.
"This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumour going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life."
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