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Nov 2015
I speak, but my voice is not heard
Yet I sing and my sorrow is heard
I scream and my pain is heard
I silent and my absence is heard.
Some think I don’t speak
Because I’m full of glee
But the few who really know me
Know
I don’t speak
Because I
Can’t.
Erin E Esping
Written by
Erin E Esping  16/F/Atlanta, GA
(16/F/Atlanta, GA)   
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   --- and Cecil Miller
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