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I remember the days it came so easy The lines falling into place With rhymes as sweet as melody All the pain translated into words All these tears into lines What easy days those were. Many years later My pain burns silently Looking for an avenue But I remember not the language of the pen - the song of the poets Now, I know blood. Scar after scar to make the voices stop Slice after slice to make the pain stop But I feel it. Louder after every cut. The scars tell of that noise. Tell me where can I go What can I do For this pain to finally stop
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Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 7:02 AM UTC
The good old days
I remember the days it came so easy The lines falling into place With rhymes as sweet as melody All the pain translated into words All these tears into lines What easy days those were. Many years later My pain burns silently Looking for an avenue But I remember not the language of the pen - the song of the poets Now, I know blood. Scar after scar to make the voices stop Slice after slice to make the pain stop But I feel it. Louder after every cut. The scars tell of that noise. Tell me where can I go What can I do For this pain to finally stop
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F/Uganda
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 7:02 AM UTC
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