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h.p. writting. These are my poems. From a teen girl. This is part of my story. So read at your will. I just keep them here. Not one soul should know my pain. I only heal or screw. I don't cry in the day I cry at night where no one can hear my silent screams and silent tears. I try to heal the hurt although there is no one to heal me.
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Poetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.

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