Yet most have experienced it
I don't know if mine is more intense than others
It's an awake nightmare
As I fight to speak again
I can't and won't
But I most walk as if nothing's wrong
Those who have been there have forgotten
Because it's easier to advise
I'm beginning to hate them
Because I hurt so
The hot burning tears that drip down my throat
Swallowed so no one would see them
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