a poem
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Last published Wed, Nov 12, 2025
a poem of a person who wouldn't voice out but stayed an watched with wide teary eyes when it was all passing by, the screams that actually couldn't be heard by anyone but her diary.
a poem for a person who likes to read the grief of other people to be belonged, to cry at night when no one's around, quite places and nature impresses them, kindness take over them everytime someone is in need of help, some who love , gets hurt but cant voice it out.
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