Saint Sava (saint_sava) wrote,
Saint Sava

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Hold on.

- They're all stuck.
- Look at me.
- Silence is gray.
- Silence is golden.
- Silence is a stone in my mouth.
- 17 years...
- Nobody can see me.
- What is she thinking?
- How'm I gonna do this?
- Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
- You die, you turn to dust.
- He who sows in tears shall reap in joy.
- Don't throw your hand.
- I'll talk when I want to.
- Why won't you answer me?
- Vamos a perder toda nuestra dignidad.
- No tenemos mas tiempo.
- Then I can grieve...
- Then I can grieve... grievances forgone.
- She's gone.
- Leave me alone.

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