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Mahresult
Nice poem
The need to speak, but your lips lock. You can't breathe. Suffocating in your dark dreams, both night and day. How to speak again? How to open the lock when the key sunk to the bottom of your ocean of tears. In this hurt you stand lonely and ashamed. Ashamed for that what the monster did, while the beast is running free.
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