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All these things, buried underneath
seems, only a burden
they are held mute to the listener
these words come up for air
but its dragged down with its own weight
for it cannot be spoken or heard
even though it wants you to know
the heaviness feels like a cloud of smoke
that burns my eyes
and with the fall of a teardrop
everything I wanted to say has been said.

- Aditi.