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I am choking, on the things left unsaid; I am drowning, in their dread. Smothered by the weight of my own tongue; Coating my larynx, begging to be wrung. My breath, stifled by unwritten letters draining into my esophagus; Strangled words, using my body as their sarcophagus. That one day, when I'm stronger, I'll find the courage to excavate. Until then, I'll slowly ,asphyxiate.
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
asphyxiation.
I am choking, on the things left unsaid; I am drowning, in their dread. Smothered by the weight of my own tongue; Coating my larynx, begging to be wrung. My breath, stifled by unwritten letters draining into my esophagus; Strangled words, using my body as their sarcophagus. That one day, when I'm stronger, I'll find the courage to excavate. Until then, I'll slowly ,asphyxiate.
Aletheia
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
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