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Silent Still

The pain feels so close 
Knocking at my door
Of memories of what was

My emotions run deep through cavern’s that were carved into my heart from the onslaught of pain 

No more are we a we
To only be me
With memories that feel
To memories that torment 
To the silent still
Of no more
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Kendrick Avatar
April 20, 2022 at 2:15 PM
Emotive and expressive work. Nice one. Sara
Murray Avatar
April 20, 2022 at 8:12 PM
Thank you
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