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Oct 2017
last night i began to cry
because my voice was gone
the sound that kept coming out wasnt even a sound
all wrong, warped, wasted
hoarse, hopeless, hated

i had lost it a few hours before
i gave everything i had to a bad decision
including my voice
and now i sit here in silence feeling violated
and furious
because i cant speak and even if i could
it wouldnt change anything
you stole my voice
and ill never get it back
harmony crescent
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