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Oct 2013
My voice of desperation, sweet and disguised
This culture or lack of, Therefore
Strains at every vein, immobilizing
An obscured feature, hidden away
My once beating heart bound by your forceful grasp
Beneath layers of damaged tissue
A sealed temperament begging to be uncovered
So there; discover

And I have learned to face myself, through retaliation
I bleed red but underneath my blood is blue
Like a twilight haze
Foggy and distant, departed from my soul
And only love
Tear ducts claiming me, my voice
Lost in a sea of others, it's no miracle
Waves overlapping,Β Β I surrender
Defeated and overcome by the chill of the sound
Of my own voice
This misery restrains me
The thought hadn'tΒ Β crossed my mind
Perhaps the choice was never truly mine
hiddenvoice
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hiddenvoice  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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