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Oct 2022
Using words I sew up that hole I found in me.
The hole that has been wrecking havoc and turing things upside down.
Will that be enough this time?
I have always done this and I know no other way
To pour out the pain, the grief, the guilt, the regret.
But nowadays even the words don't come out of me.
It's so hard to even pen things down.
It's so hard to say what I am feeling.
What will I do when the only way I could throw a fit has died within me?
#sadthoughts
Alphy
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Alphy  23/F/India
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