Is there something left to say when your mouth is sewn shut?
What do you expect to hear when your eardrums are punctured?
And what do you expect to see when your eyes are blindfolded?
How am I supposed to move when I can't even breathe
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Lovely writing. You have a talent, I like your flow, and choice of words. Though you must remember, no one is forgotten, not entirely. Great poetry.