Silent Screams- Poems
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When there was no one to share what I feel,
No being to care for me in real
When I wanted to scream out my words,
Happy or sad; no one was to hear...
I borne my own Silent Screams!
the unheard tales of me,
Which no one took seriously
The unspoken words & frozen tears,
Getting all unlocked in this book
which had been buried through all long years...
SHHH!... ITS TIME TO UNRAVEL
COMEON HOLD MY HANDS YOU ALL HAVE THIS BOOK TO TRAVEL!
- WELCOME IN-
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emptiness
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