your hearts in your throat
Dear wrathful me or you
Some need to find their voice
You child go ahead and lose it
Let the silence pierce your mind
Some words melt down your throat like lava
Puff your cheeks with breath and taste it
Take your heart out of your mouth
Put it into your own hands.
Some need to find their voice
You child go ahead and lose it
Let the silence pierce your mind
Some words melt down your throat like lava
Puff your cheeks with breath and taste it
Take your heart out of your mouth
Put it into your own hands.
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