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The worst kind of suffering is the kind that is silent Where you're left wondering where your voice went Did it retreat? Your words and their ears will never meet Like a curse You can't scream out for a nurse And you can't ask if it'll keep getting worse The water. Your lungs it'll immerse The only communication is on your face and called remorse It never ends It never mends You just give it an inner home and accommodate for it to stay
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
The Worst Kind of Suffering
The worst kind of suffering is the kind that is silent Where you're left wondering where your voice went Did it retreat? Your words and their ears will never meet Like a curse You can't scream out for a nurse And you can't ask if it'll keep getting worse The water. Your lungs it'll immerse The only communication is on your face and called remorse It never ends It never mends You just give it an inner home and accommodate for it to stay
4/20/2013. I wrote this on a bus on the way home from a Track Meet. I had to write it on my arm in pen at the time.
#sad#lonely#water#silence#suffering#remorse#april
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
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