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Please excuse my silence, it’s the endless repetition that forms all my conversations. My conversations are like maps, they’re maps I can’t unfold until I get back. Until I get back home, until I’m left alone. Please endure my silence, it’s the wasted bursts of English that destroy all my need to know. What I know is useless, everything is useless, it leaves my mind so cold and numb. From Letras Mania