Just another one of my poems
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I write and write
Pouring my heart on paper
Truth from lies
Injuring myself with a stapler
I never talk
My words buried under
Spoken for and made wrong
Stolen by theives of plunder
It seems like no one cares
And no one sees me cry
I'm screaming on the inside
No one's there so i say good-bye
If anyone can hear me
Will they care
If they really do
Why are they never there
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