You Don't Care, So Why Should I?

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Time <5 mins

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A poem about unheard screams, unseen tears and unheard words. 

Not a happy go-lucky poem so don't read if you were looking for that.

Not my usual style, but I wrote this and wanted to share.All Rights Reserved

alone away care crumble cry dissolve pain poetry sad scream screams speak tears torture uncaring unhappy unheard unseen words world

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You Don't Care So Why Should I?
Fri, Jan 23, 2015

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You Don't Care So Why Should I?
Fri, Jan 23, 2015

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