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I yearn to prance in the night of lights

wanting to rain down

all the tears I have left to cry,

to fly out from the wind

echoing words in a hurricane

spiralling out of my ears

because of the voices I hear;

I crumble into pieces

like the paper people write me on

and I can't escape the bars

that line up into sentences that trap me

from the world I consistently reach out for –

the screaming dies out

where no amount of words can voice,

lost in a void full of words I choke

waiting for someone to notice the scars in my eyes...

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