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i practice a speech, so maybe you'd hear me contorting my words so they sound more appealing; endlessly awaiting the appraisal of my phonics while, on the inside, you struggle with responses. Acknowledgment being the first step to healing, i tear open old wounds by internally seething.. grieving the losses of speech never spoken, we utter different dialects; our English is broken.. scared to speak up, and most likely start choking we dissipate tension by laughing, and joking
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
communication woes
i practice a speech, so maybe you'd hear me contorting my words so they sound more appealing; endlessly awaiting the appraisal of my phonics while, on the inside, you struggle with responses. Acknowledgment being the first step to healing, i tear open old wounds by internally seething.. grieving the losses of speech never spoken, we utter different dialects; our English is broken.. scared to speak up, and most likely start choking we dissipate tension by laughing, and joking
originally written on the 5th of May, 2017.
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28/Mojave
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
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