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Constant head ache
Thoughts bursting like drums in my ears.
Still playing the same rhythm after all these years.
In the silence they get louder and louder.
Crumbling the hope in my soul until it’s powder.
Still playing the same rhythm after all these years.
In the silence they get louder and louder.
Crumbling the hope in my soul until it’s powder.
Published 10th Apr 2021
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