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Oct 2013
Words hurt
Like guns and knives
If you don't choose them well
It will trigger her mind

All the screams
And torment
And hatred
She hears
Are kept in a bottle
Locked up in her thoughts

Late at night,
Her thoughts unlock
As the bottle opens
Everything heard
Plays back in her head
Please make it stop
She said
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   Lorraine day, D and Damaged
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