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Unspoken Rant

Laying here drowning in a pool of my own tears.

Wanting to be free of the pain, gasping for air.

These memories are suffocating me, let me breathe.

How do you mend a broken heart that was once pure.

How is it not a disease but we ask for a cure.

Pen to paper is supposed to be therapy.

Then why is no one hearing me.

Unspoken words fill the page.

Broken cage unleash this rage.

Misery loves company I don't want to play tag

Life experiences piling up I don't want to carry this bag.

Drowning in a pool of my own tears.

Suffocating, gasping for air.

Fighting to be free of this pain.

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