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Please don't tell me I have a voice; Living this way has left me with laryngitis. I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper Please don't say there is nothing to fear For I've felt the cold tiles over      And           over catching me as I came crashing down As you promised to catch me if I were to fall And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Oct. 10??
Please don't tell me I have a voice; Living this way has left me with laryngitis. I haven't a breath in me to make an exclamation pass as a whisper Please don't say there is nothing to fear For I've felt the cold tiles over      And           over catching me as I came crashing down As you promised to catch me if I were to fall And all that's left from that life was made by the curtesy of your ******* hand print.
So despite the sporadic ness of my postings I guess is one way to put it considering sometimes I go weeks --months with out posting , I do write random tad bits a lot. This was from like a half year ago - I never did anything with it so hell- why not now
#anger#violence
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
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