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A silenced voice, with thoughts that are screaming
My pen bringing fire to a forrest that's been bleached
I never thought much of my outlet for writing
I'd pullen the plug so many times
im familiar with burning
my mother is a smoking confessional
who has swallowed a shipload of sins
her lungs are gas chambers
she smokes so much
I am four wallsI am brickI am stoneI am brokeI make brokenI am the "un fun" in unfunded
