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By wordbylynda

Drip.
The echoes get quieter.
Drip.
Her heartbeat becomes a little tighter.
Drip.
Her pale skin grows brighter.

She wanted to laugh because she had defeated them,
she had silenced them,
and she had won.

All those years they tried to control her, to intimidate her,
but she had won.
“The only way to get rid of us is by the blade.”

And she had dug deep …
deep enough until the voices in her head had been silenced … at last.
Drip.

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Bio: Lynda is a young poet creatively using words to spark emotions.

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