Eighty three

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Write so that you can get it out

is what I said to myself

when I was an unfeeling human

yet had everything to tell

but no one to listen to it

I was a scream

yet so uneerily calm

that it almost felt unreal

I screamed one day though

but into paper

people appraised me

yet I felt empty

these words I create

are out for once

yet so hidden you can't see

-E

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