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Silence
Perhaps I'm too exhausted to hear the words whispered upon the winds
Keep to myself, keep to myself,
Don't look, don't look,
Sores freshly ripened need time to heal, sticks and stones will break my bones
And words can shatter souls.
Not everything is about you
How would I handle denial of articles forged from my heart?
Keep to myself, keep to myself,
Don't look, don't look,...
Friday 1st December 2017 2:27 am
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