Don't think about the words.
Please make it stop.
The shaking, the fighting, the constriction
The tears, the knot, the affliction.
Hide and run from it
Never look back, as far as your legs will see fit
Store it in your trunk of memories, deep,
And soon, with time and silence,
I won't weep
No more tyrants
It will have not existed
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