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~*Rag Dolls Don't Speak*~

Silence Is When No Words Are Spoken
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There's nothing sweeter than factory made dreams, dust crusted thoughts pouring off your chimneys.
Stow away your dreams in a compartment .

There is no use to having them now.
You’re sick and dying. You are immobile.

There is no one here around you that could help you realise it. You know that for certain, even more than the ones who wish you well.

You’re not doing yourself any favours or helping anyone out by being so obstinate.

It’s only a matter of time before you turn to dust.

Keep it somewhere safe so the despondent can be inspired by the dreams you had as a dying man.

Maybe I could be that for you.