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How are you doing?
How is the family?
There are so many unanswered questions flowing through this cerebrum,
the words I try to utter are stuck like if I'm swallowing sand and I'm gasping to say something,
the words I want to say drown me with thoughts,
like quicksand,
that one last gasp for air can leave me with turbulence within my soul,
so I rather die with these secrets than to expose them.
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