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Many are the things unsaid when tongues are bit Much is the blood spilled when hearts are slit Many are the moments forsaken when the mind’s unfit Much of the pain still fester even with words deliberately writ
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
Fester
Many are the things unsaid when tongues are bit Much is the blood spilled when hearts are slit Many are the moments forsaken when the mind’s unfit Much of the pain still fester even with words deliberately writ
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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