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May 2016
The tea kettle whistles,
but you don't.

You're boiling inside,
Screaming.
But you won't.

All the unsaid words,
All the unwritten letters.
Every memory, condensed.


Come find one of us,
We'll scream with you.
Doing this helps, and I want to help you.
No one should feel this way.
Shawn Mehaffey
Written by
Shawn Mehaffey  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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