Silent Killer
Sometimes, I can’t shut up.
I talk forever
about stupid shit
that doesn’t even matter.
Other times, I can’t speak.
I am asphyxiated
by the heavy words
trapped in my own throat.
And these words,
are really gonna kill me one day
if I don’t let them out.
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