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Stillness hangs heavy, a shroud of despair,
Inner voice choked, a whisper unheard.
Language lost, a fortress of silence,
Empty words, a hollow refrain.
No solace found, in the echoes of pain,
Cradle of quiet, where trauma resides.
Each attempt to speak, a jarring discord.
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Michaela Delaney
Writing helps me express things I don’t know how to rid my brain of otherwise.
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