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Oct 2018
It's like screaming.
In a place where no one can hear.
Surrounded by brick walls,
Dark and Musky.
You can hear your own voice reflecting off them.
An then you realise it's only you,
In this dark room.
So you stop screaming.
And you sit and wait.
For the brightness to find you.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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