whole speech got backed up in my mouth,
i didn't say a thing.
this grief got me hooked like a black ring.
but in silence only, i find remorse.
and it gets worse.
i wish to get grip from now on.
but as soon as i'm home,
i acknowledge what's happened.
and i'm frightened.
what is going on?
there's no trace of yours in sight,
i just carry your image inside,
you're gone now from where we were,
but my mind
rejects that.
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