remembering
every time I think back to it
my chest gets heavy
my face contorts
my body aches
my hands pinned down
a silent scream builds up
builds up in the back if my throat
but nothing comes out
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every time I think back to it
my chest gets heavy
my face contorts
my body aches
my hands pinned down
a silent scream builds up
builds up in the back if my throat
but nothing comes out
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top