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May 2016
Words, words, too many words.
Smashing inside, trapped and bound,
Screaming at me to let them out.
Picking the wrong target,
Releasing the wrong ones.
Creating a mess of pain and hurt.
So I shut them in again,
Suffer them myself again.
Talk less, think more.
Love less, lose more.
To talk or not to talk, that is the question? Is it?
Declan Quinn
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Declan Quinn  Derry, Ireland
(Derry, Ireland)   
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     gray rain, bs and its gonna make sense
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