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Mar 2019
The words we don't speak,
Become the haunted house we build for ourselves,
The words etched on our lips,
Crawl the walls of our mind suffocating,
The words trapped inside us,
Keep us awake at night,
Terrifying us like a ghost on a cold night,
The words that decay inside us,
Slowly, **** our souls and leave us dead.
Written by
Priya Gaikwad
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