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The Silent Parade Of 1917 Was Anything But Silent They Were Marching Because The Whites Were Getting Really Violent Physically They Were Silent But Mentally They Were Screaming "Please, Please Stop The Beating!"
Oh behold! Here comes the silent hour, The one that beats upon my ears Pounding my brain’s solitude, more evident than the noise. The noise that has just started,
I write for every time I cannot speak. For the nights where a whisper will shatter the silence And the shards will pierce my hazy mind. For the days when the curves of my lips cannot being to shape
Silence is deadly. Silence causes irrational thoughts, actions, and feelings. With silence too much is left to the imagination. I. WILL. NOT. BE. SILENT. ANY. LONGER.