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Senses

Help me I scream

but no one hear. 

Fix me I write 

but no one sees. 

I’m full of pain

but no one feels. 

I stink of suffering

but no one smells. 

Words on my tongue

but no one tastes. 

I’m alone I whisper

but I cannot function. 

◄ Expectations

A mother’s mask ►

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