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Slight pounding in my temples.
Cold breeze through my sweater.
Spinning, Dizzying merry-go-round.
That is my here and now.
Desire for our next event.
Reasons for writing , my silent scream
a voice never heard may be more than it seems
in a world where most talk, with very few that listen
to whom do I tell when I feel a part of me missing
