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Feb 2021
When I’m silent
I’m torn apart,
crushed at the rock bottom
of the abysmal plain
as a broken ***
Yet a thousand needles
pinning me down

When I’m silent
I’m deeply depressed,
deadly muted
all I have is a mutiny within myself
and then I’m reigned
by sheer silence!
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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     Diana, erica lynn and Imran Islam
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