Silence

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As quiet as the breath of a child.

As loud as the screams of fear.

As calm as the pitter patter of the rain

But as the roaring waters of the ocean

As lovely as the enjoyable memories

As hurt as the tears once cried

But as hurting as the once told lies

You see dear

That cry of help that is heard is not real but attention seeking

But the cry of silence that is the real scream of help

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