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Aug 2017
There is a weight in silence
it highlights our flaws and violence
the drip of a leaky tap
weighing heavy on nerves waiting to crack

there is suffering in fitting in
acting like someone I have never been
alone in a crowded yet empty room
surrounded by masks that consume

there is deceit in consuming to feel
always seeking yet escaping anything real
craving one feeling then the next
of misery is all it shall beget
this was wrote while very drunk in a pub garden
CJ Turk
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