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Feb 2016
Remember the
last words I said.
They will haunt
you and wants to
get out of your head.
Screaming begging
pleading no more.
Scratching and fighting
laying on the floor.
Crying loud noise making.
Nobody can hear
you shouting.
In your mind you still
hear me saying.
Words of truth keeps
on playing.
Joyce
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Joyce
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