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Jul 2019
The words echo in my mind
Finding no place to go
They ripple with time
Spent on no no's
Now I speak no truths
Now my expertise doesn't matter
Watching myself grow flatter and flatter
Diaphragm attacked and now I have no wind
Words grow thin, they have nowhere to begin
I can start to see
My words are dumb
I have lost my voice
The end will come
Written by
byron Johnson jr  33/M/california
(33/M/california)   
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