Silent screams

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I know the words I write you never read.
You were never one for reading my poetry.
Mostly reading in general.
Which is fine.

I do wish sometime you would have read some , you would always ask what I was thinking or how I was feeling.

My poetry would have answered all of your pressing questions that I was to shy to say by mouth but spoke fluently by hand.

Maybe one day you'll come across my work and read everything you wanted to know.
Because I know if asked by you today how I felt through those times I would be too choked on my thoughts to say.

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