Poem -
Too weak to speak
All I remember is my jaunt through hellÂ
my mind tender, taunting itselfÂ
when I fell no support because I never sought any helpÂ
caught in my cellÂ
launched on the carousel, I couldn't abort, my thoughts I couldn't assort because I could never tellÂ
Too weak to speak, words I couldn't exhaleÂ
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