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Mar 2019
Vocal box
When he talks
His voice is my box
Without hearing his words
My vocal cord is ruptured
Disappeared
I couldn't make slight whimper
If his voice is not through my
My cords
Vanessa Gatley
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Vanessa Gatley  27/F
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