Eminently awkward in prosaic propensity, even explicit explanations end entwined in endless enigma.

I speak such phrases that resound in silver clarion within my eyes and mind, yet return to me merely distorted echoes of confusion and poor Chinese Whispers of misunderstood riddles.

I am a stranger in this world and speak no part of any language I encounter.

And I do not understand.

This is me, starting a conversation.

This is me, screaming in your face.

This is me, begging for help.

This is me, bleeding before you.

 why
                can't
          you
                             hear
         me?


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