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a clenched fist need not hold much but the infections in my mind in the deepest crevice is the illness I fear puts too much weight on my once soft temples now they are crammed they want to burst to relieve the me of the painful words I cannot say to you.
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Aching
a clenched fist need not hold much but the infections in my mind in the deepest crevice is the illness I fear puts too much weight on my once soft temples now they are crammed they want to burst to relieve the me of the painful words I cannot say to you.
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
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