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Penned Ink

The evaporated voices in 
my head;
The echo at times like thoughts
 of dread
If only others really knew the fear
they weave.
The voices are a constant tone
spoken within.
The stories, experiences and event
begging to be told.
Others never listen, don't care to 
hear my voices.


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