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Sep 2012
The scream that cannot be heard
The anguish untold
Flesh and blood: A humoured existence
Only the lonely
Only the abstract
Only the memories
Comfort me.
I am blinded by truth
So stark and unforgiving
I am struck down
Down in a hole
A deep pit of my making
And I cannot get out.
Written by
Felen Reiwje
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