No sound
When I speak no sound comes
My wiring came loose when the car hit a side wall.
Even friends forget what your voice was like
I talk in my head and hear my own voice
But its old and out of date
Can never change or grow.
Like a dandelion that's been squashed down.
Sunday 7th April 2019 11:57 am
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