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horror of the deadliest kind

it chokes my heart out and

leaves me blinded, side-swiped

without any knowledge of its

coming

I'm without emotion to show

my dance I cannot perform



the smile, the tears inside

my chest I cannot express

it's like being without air too long

and you're brain dead with no

thoughts to spare



I think I am coming to my

own rescue now, somehow the words

flow again and blood to my

heart is supplied

because without expression of

these feelings of mine

I would die..



                                      ...because I

                                          have to write...