Hmm... what is this? Practice space for developing writing skills... The venting and ranting forum of the shadowy depths of my soul... My reaching hand to the hurting world that we might come together over the pure feelings of anguish and apathy that the world does not give outlet to other than in the form of repentance or charity (that which they encourage) or in the form of rage (that which is frowned upon). Here creativity sparks, like an old flint. Maybe yours will spark too...
沈黙 （Ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ）
Ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｗｉｎｔｅｒ ｄａｒｋｎｅｓｓ， ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｆａｌｌｓ ｓｉｌｅｎｔ． Ｔｈｅ ｒｅｍａｉｎｉｎｇ ｅｍｂｅｒｓ ｄｉｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｉｎ ｇｒｏｗｓ ｃｏｌｄ． Ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｉｓ ａｌｌ ｍｙ ｏｗｎ ａｎｄ Ｉ’ｍ ａｌｌ ａｌｏｎｅ ｕｎｔｉｌ ｔｈｅ ｓｃｒｅｅｃｈｉｎｇ ｏｆ ｔｉrｅｓ ａｎｄ ｈａｐａｚａｒｄ ｍｅｌｏｄｙ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ａｌａｒｍ．
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