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I


 I

I screamed the words and never

hear a response.

I scream, yell, cry but

get nothing.

I walk, facing darkness

I became fearless. I screamed

Louder and louder and no one seems

to be listening.

I take a deep breath

I scream louder to the point

That I can't yell any longer.

I become weak. I see a light.

And it makes me realize.

There are more important  

Things in life than screaming.

 
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