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Mar 2021
I ache,
I scream,
But never shall you see nor hear.
Voices in my head crack and break,
But you will never hear me stutter when i speak.
Its a cures to be able to remember the past,
To remember the thoughts.
The details of those night alone.
The wall felling like they are closing in ready to crush what little strength i held close.
A life time i thought the voices would take, claming it as there own, never to let me or anyone else forget.
Almost I handed it to them on a platter made of fear and tears.
Almost did walk to the place where i would never be found again.
Almost...
That life time is still going strong.
Those voice tho still present, not as loud.
And the aches and the screams are still felt and heard,
But...
Washed away by the light, the little strength that was left.
Slowly... finding peace in life.
Written by
WiltingMoon
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