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In the corner of a room,
Lies a thing we call doom.
A little touch can trigger,
All memories can remember.
The survivors always fight,
The weak stayed with freight.
Tiny hopes of happiness,
Coping up with stress.
Words came from the heart,
Words built the cart.
Finding it's way out,
Never heard even shout.
Clouds in between knees,
When inside frees.
Never meant just to dream,
Loses anything tho trim.
Triggered every memory,
From childhood to manly.
With every word left unspoken,
Silence is never shaken.
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Happy Thursday Everyone! :)
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