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I have words to speak, but my tongue is still numb from the flavour of your lies. I have a truth to tell, but i’m not sure whether to swallow it. Keep it buried where it’s always belonged. Who I really am, living in my stomach, making a home behind my ribcage, stifling my wings. I […]
via I Will Overcome The Abuse — Bruised But Not Broken
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