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Story to be Told


Quiet yet also loud

I don't speak yet i want to be heard

My head throbs from the screaming in my head

How?

How can I get them to hear me?

How can I show my feelings and thoughts?

I pick up a pencil and lines form

They become figures

Beings of a different world who's stories need to be told

My fantasies become reality and the screaming in my head stops

The rest is a sweat silence. 

 

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