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Apr 2019
After all those years of rambling,
Being too talkative, over sharing,
I finally found a way to have control.
My lips didn’t dare move
When they were blissfully punished.
Day after day, scar after scar,
Taking too much wasn’t an issue anymore.
Stings from cuts and tears of red
Left my tongue tied and mute.
SMS
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SMS  F/Tethered to the world
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