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She cries out, into the silence
What about me?!
And nobody answers
Not even the echo of her voice
For this, this is her destiny
To be ever alone, forsaken
Left only with the sound
Of her very own screams
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Very Chilling.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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That is the moment when we need to step up for ourselves and not wait until others are kind enough to care.
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Very true, Erika, but sometimes we don’t know that. Another step in the path to finding inner peace 🙂
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I agree! Sometimes we don’t even know that we are allowed to. It is a process of development.
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It certainly is!!
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Reality indeed. Good read 👍
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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