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The tears surge and abruptly halt, refusing to pierce through the pain and drain away the lava frustrations, agonising uncertainties Angry skin raised with the mountain of grime clogging every pore of me No purchase on my chin, my cheek Witch's wart and inner ugliness seeps outward for all to see, my shame on display and unhealing Wounded, winded, watery and wimp sick of weighted limbs and a expected disappointment No tears to dry when you can't cry when you believe the lie when you cannot die
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Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
Clogged
The tears surge and abruptly halt, refusing to pierce through the pain and drain away the lava frustrations, agonising uncertainties Angry skin raised with the mountain of grime clogging every pore of me No purchase on my chin, my cheek Witch's wart and inner ugliness seeps outward for all to see, my shame on display and unhealing Wounded, winded, watery and wimp sick of weighted limbs and a expected disappointment No tears to dry when you can't cry when you believe the lie when you cannot die
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Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
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