emptiness / writing / reasons / love / hurt / abuse /
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My voice has forever been unheard
unheard by the ones I live with,see,hear or think of everyday
Yet my words are silent, to quiet where no sound itelf can be heard
So I write, write till I cant write no more
I write.
I write because I stumbled upon paper.
The oppurtunities, the pictures, the stories
I filled the pages, then sought the stapler.
I know others write because of stress,
