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Nov 2013
I am constantly told that I am loud

but I think everyone is wrong,
I can only make witty replies or
defend myself when insulted.


I cannot, however:

ask for help or
speak out


the voices clutch my windpipe
and I choke and struggle
But do not utter a word,
I can't scream to be cleansed of the
dark shadows inside of me

For who would listen?
Lavina Akari
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Lavina Akari
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