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Updated: Jul 21, 2019



My eyes are in Poland

My voice is undiscovered.

My mouth is full.


Stop talking.

You know I shake when I hear your voice.


Stop talking.

Why is the air so clammy yet your heart doesn’t melt?


Stop talking.

You wished upon my death, mother.


Stop yelling.

Tears is involuntary as emotion is an adversary.


Stop yelling.

Yells of hate keeps the hope away.


Stop yelling.

You wanted me to suffer, father.


Go away.

I thought I could count on you to have my back.


Go away. — Drew Skyland

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