Echo

The silence would hurt me less,
But now my enemies
Have turned me
Into a lame tune.
 
My voice
Only repeats the words of the others.
 
My life is broken
Like lyra's strings.
 
The silence
Would hurt me less,
 
But my lips utter the words
Of the others,
My voice only copies
The others.
 
I lost my words,
And this is a tragedy.


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