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Jan 2014
I use them over and over again
Some mean nothing
Some have depth

I yell some
I shout others

I whisper them in the dark

The comforting sounds

The peaceful noises

They fill my head

Some alive some dead

Some filled with horror

Some filled with dread

Some people I wish would just use actions instead
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
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