Adieu, adieu käre vän.
Adieu käre vän, vi ses aldrig igen.
Men jag glömmer aldrig.
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Three little piggies
All who see me now, sees my inside, as I let it out...
Three dots. Three tears. Three remaining weeks.
Three hours. Three meals. Three legs still not sturdy at all.
So I keep walking, I leave.
Bye bye, good bye. I tried.
Silence is just another word for nothing left to say.
Sometimes my eyes start tearing up; all of a sudden my face is all wet and I cannot stop these silent tears.
It's as if my inside's crying, constantly, and the tears well up behind me eyes.
At times the sea of tears floods and once again my face is laced with silent tears that freeze to ice as they meet with the cold air of winter.
I cannot hold these tears back, and I can't give them a sound.
A book hits the ground with a big boom.
A glass that falls makes a crashing sound.
The sound a heart makes when it breaks is silent,
and that's the most devestaing and loudest sound of all.
