"Listen, Listen!" They shout to me,
I close my eyes, I want to be free.
Memories, they poke and prod,
Begging to be heard.
Some of them, they hiss and bite,
From the morning, till the night.
Then comes a voice, to match my facade.
Only a pair of words:"Go on"

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PoetryJust a place to put my poems and throw them out into the world.