January 20, 2013 over silence, we over silence, we press a dozen ripe words, extract the redundant sentiments to form a concentrate beyond pain. and still, only the essentials is a hard thing to swallow . 20130120:2101 y Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...