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The screaming continues, the yelling goes on. Strained voices from creating so much NOISE I wonder if there was a time that we could talk softly to each other, lovingly. I wonder if 'before' we knew of other things besides our own screaming. Our anger.
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
Pity Party
The screaming continues, the yelling goes on. Strained voices from creating so much NOISE I wonder if there was a time that we could talk softly to each other, lovingly. I wonder if 'before' we knew of other things besides our own screaming. Our anger.
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Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
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