11.16.17

The words never come out.

How can they from the lips of a swollen mouth?

The swollen sores that make me retreat from the outside world.

Waiting to scream, but too timid to hurt. Wanting to yell and get the thing that has been festering inside for all of these years. Time compounded on every. single. line. They said.

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