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Mar 2015
Your voice, your fickle mind...
It makes me scream.
I scream from inside out,
With no noise escaping my mouth.

Indignation closes my eyes,
Tired.
I am so tired of screaming,
Pretending to tolerate this.

My heart is heavy with the *******.
You've gathered it,
And I've hauled it along -
Weighing down our drawn out affair.
Written by
Jennifer Smalls
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