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Dec 2014
whispering
suddenly
lonely
in a crowded room
voices yelling
voices laughing
voices
trembling
imprisoned by your mind
screaming
but no sound
breaking
but still whole
sick
but seemingly fine
widow
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widow  in my head
(in my head)   
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   Kate Irons
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