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Jan 2019
the words sit on
the tip of my tongue.
poison, begging to be let out into the world.
rather than open my mouth and
let the poison and the words
seep out into the world
i swallow them down
only allowing the toxicity
to exude further into myself.
Written by
brinn  20/F
(20/F)   
141
     Em MacKenzie, Mark S and Perry
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