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Dec 2016
I am choking, on the things left unsaid;
I am drowning, in their dread.

Smothered by the weight of my own tongue;
Coating my larynx, begging to be wrung.

My breath, stifled by unwritten letters draining into my esophagus;
Strangled words, using my body as their sarcophagus.

That one day, when I'm stronger, I'll find the courage to excavate.
Until then, I'll slowly ,**asphyxiate.
Aletheia Ann Bradford
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Aletheia Ann Bradford  26/F/The 2nd star to the right
(26/F/The 2nd star to the right)   
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