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If I screamed, would you come running

Or stand nearby, afraid to face my darkness?

Would you comfort me ,and bring me toward the light

Or would you cower in a corner, knowing my demons would win?


Is there a promise to keep, to guard my soul?

Is there a power within me, to take control?

Is there a will in your heart, to make me whole?

Nothing need be said, nor meant to console…


For I shall remain silent, locked inside myself,

Continuing to listen to nothing, afraid to hear myself speak

And the sounds within me, will deafen you, but quiet me,

mute me, until the only sound, the staccato of my breath.


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