Downhill, head on, this crash is comin' slowly
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Description
Silence is lethal for the living; capable of turning the strongest of men into fragile shadows of their own sorrow and unsaid words.
Foreword
You love not me,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more?
– Thomas Hardy; A Broken Appointment.
Written for a friend who wanted a one shot about this song.
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