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Jun 2011
Nothing can be heard but
a high pitched
squealing
and a screaming
brain.
Hunger strikes and
the acids fists jab
over and over.
It is freezing here
but you can feel fire
everywhere.
Double check your
stomach once in a
while to make
sure you are
breathing.
No one can hear it;
not even you.
It is almost like
you
aren’t
there.
Tessa Tomlin
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Tessa Tomlin
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