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Aug 2017
They silenced me.
Slaughtered my words,
Yet expected me to speak.
My voice suppressed.
Hidden deep within my chest.
"Speak when spoken to",
"Voice only what I want to hear",
This is silence of the lambs my dear.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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