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I lost my voice last night…
There is a scratching in my throat like something fierce.
As if some tiny creature is clawing for its freedom
From the binding silent cords.
I sometimes think that sickness is my body’s way of pointing out my flaws,
Which makes me wonder where my voice has gone.
I feel like maybe it’s the piece of me that’s missing
There is a scratching in my throat like something fierce.
As if some tiny creature is clawing for its freedom
From the binding silent cords.
I sometimes think that sickness is my body’s way of pointing out my flaws,
Which makes me wonder where my voice has gone.
I feel like maybe it’s the piece of me that’s missing