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Aug 2019
there is no ichor left in my veins,
and no tears left to shed,
and yet i still find myself
screaming in a broken voice,
my sins bleeding for all to see;
begging with dead eyes,
filled to the brim with emptiness;
and a patchwork heart
hoping for someone to save me

i am no person,
my god, i am my own grave,
and by god, do i plead
for even the smallest mercy;
why does nobody seem to hear me?
is it because they feign ignorance,
or is it just that
they've long forgotten
the difference between my silence
and a cry for help?
ame
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ame  17/F/PH
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   jza aguilar
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