She, she screams in silence
Because that's when too quiet blossoms into utter violence
Tearing her heart from the inside
But you see her striding with her heels
Cloaked with hope
You don't see her cry
But you will when she dies.
- c. D.
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Poetrya collection of my poems and short stories, enjoy. poems are mine unless stated otherwise. - lowercase intended.
