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Oct 2014
I am screaming so loud that it is silent.
My rage is burning, seething and violent.

My deafening cries in the dark go unheard.
All the words that I speak are seemingly slurred.

Thoughts are charging at a rapid pace.
The darkest of them all winning the race.

I cannot stop my mind it's on automatic.
I just want to hear white noise; simple static.
LA Brown
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LA Brown  In a Hobbit Hole
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