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Dec 2013
when i had a voice
i could scream the emotions
out from my tattered lungs
beat my vocal chords to death
with apologies and pleading
stain my broken lips
with vengeance and promises
i knew i couldn't keep

but my voice only brought
destruction
and chaos
shattering the world around me
leaving stains in souls
and holes in innocence

it is easier to be silent
to hold my monstrous tongue
behind solemn lips
while the truth rages on inside
behind my cold eyes
my lips are sealed
and so is my word
Mattea Marie
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Mattea Marie
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