Poem -
Too weak to speak
All I remember is my jaunt through hellĀ
my mind tender, taunting itselfĀ
when I fell no support because I never sought any helpĀ
caught in my cellĀ
launched on the carousel, I couldn't abort, my thoughts I couldn't assort because I could never tellĀ
Too weak to speak, words I couldn't exhaleĀ
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