Break

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Your voices break

The

Surface

Of the life I have loved

Of the life I have lived

Blaming,

Shouting,

Yelling,

Punching,

Like dirt staining a pristine sky,

A sky dirt shouldn’t even reach.

I tried to capture it

I tried to tell you to stop,

But my tears fell on barren

Forgotten

Land.

The voices were my fault

You

Said.

If only I had never asked.

If only I had never spoken.

If only,

If only

IF ONLY

You said you’ll die because of me.

You said the voices were my fault,

I should never have spoken.

Your tears are mine to regret.

Voices break the surface,

It shall never mend again.

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