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Dec 2019
I have cried for help silently.
Wishing I could speak.
But my mouth remained barren.
My eyes spoke the words my lips couldn’t form,
And the proof of this struggle is written in my body.
My disgusting,
Useless,
Body.
Still standing alone,
In a world full of oblivious people.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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