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Jun 2023
Some pains can go unseen,
rather, they are carved into the soul,
an endless chasm that bleeds forever.
These pains are silent to the world,
but they tear us apart from within.
And only from deep within
are crying out so loud that
only our demons can hear.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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