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Jun 2015
There they go again.

Chirping, ranting, shrieking annoying noise.

Too loud she was doomed with silence,

With a bitter tang she insists to ignore.

The one was named fear

The other was unknown

The one was named sadness

While others hid in dim.

But courage persisted

Together with hope.

They fought with the whisperer

Who utters too strong.

She hides behind the curtain

Which she called beam.

Aside from her bruises

Piercing roughly through bones

She now carries a deep burden

In a bewildered, baffled form.
Voices in our itchy heads
Ambiguous Frizz
Written by
Ambiguous Frizz  Manila
(Manila)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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