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The words are white hot

Burning

Tearing through my flesh


It eats at my stomach

This deep feeling

Like an endless pit


Oh, to be able to speak

To shout

To scream


But I am unable

Defiance is not tolerated

Things would only get worse


So I hold my tongue

Bite back my unspoken words

The loathsome feeling returns


Rushing through my veins

Beating in a dark mirror to my heart

Shredding my lungs


The words rise

Only in my head

This mental war waged on myself


I cannot speak.

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