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May 2020
Who knew it would be the silence that would get to me?
Seeping all into my skin
and slithering its way through my veins.
Pulling built up pain along the way
and bringing
Darkness.
A cold blanket that stole my warmth,
Darkness was what I was used to.
Then, he brought the light.
heartbreaks bring pain and my pain manifests into poetry.
muteD
Written by
muteD  22/F/lost
(22/F/lost)   
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     Ale, muteD and Mark S
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