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May 2017
'I cant help you
If you dont talk'

Maybe I cant
Talk
I Silently whispered

It is a swamp
Of silence

Not even my
Therepist
Can sweeten my pain

My unwarranted
Pain

The pain that
Shouldnt exist

Im too young
To know what
Pain is

Too young to
Have scars on my
Soul

The sun should
Always be on my
Youthful face

So i move on
Ignoring my
Invisible pain

The scars nobody
Cares to see
Venga
Written by
Venga  24/F/NY
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