Silence was broken by a confession when this seemed to be the only way to gain acceptance. Not understanding, not pity; acceptance. But it was not the passport to anything. It put an end to the mystery, it revealed the banality behind the unspoken. It satisfied the 'priest´s' curiosity. It left the lost soul wandering naked, ever since. Unable to recover the silence. Begging for it.
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