There is screaming inside my chest, and I thought it was an ancient rage: but no, it's a thousand voices singing the same song: one that I've been trying to teach you.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
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There is screaming inside my chest, and I thought it was an ancient rage: but no, it's a thousand voices singing the same song: one that I've been trying to teach you.