In the court again stood blind and deaf
Defending again to preserve self
Standing still , and I'll ill
As long as no _ thing did.
Hurts as thistle made its way
In an opened wound
Wish these letters could
Echo inner pain.
Those inner hurtful hollers,
those unward utterance.
Desire to scream loud
Desire to shout
I no longer nothing want
Tasteless as mud .
It became .
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