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My ears fill with the rain- that are my tears. 

Crying into the night, searching in desperate need for light.

Looking cluelessly into others' eyes for help, because I cannot begin to know how to help myself. 

The words bite my tongue, rotting my teeth... yet I can't even begin to speak.

Copyright © Brittany Parrott

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