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Jan 2014
Sometimes the words stay hidden inside.
Hibernating in the frosty chill of pain.
A noiseless scream escapes the void.
Bouncing off the treacherous walls of doom.
They seek the comfort of a friendly ear.
Someone to understand the crushing force.
But below the surface the timid words hide.
Engulfed in bitterness and timeless shame.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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