Smothered

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Words that are never spoken

Forgotten like the morning wind

Passes me by

Right by my side

The wind stays

A constant reminder of the words

That got lost

In the wind

Gut wrenching

Like a knife

Twisting my insides

Unbearable

But, it's not the worst

There will be more

Far greater battles ahead

This is preparation

A test to be the best

The best but not 

Like the rest

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