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May 2018
my cries for help are  loud
but you don’t hear
my cries don’t breach the surface
i’m six feet under and dying
my cries get stuck in my throat
slowly my cries choke me
my cries are killing me
i’m dying and my only company is
my cries
after awhile my breath slows and someone has finally heard
my cries
as i’m encases in light i’m no longer in pain i’m finally free
broken poet
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broken poet  15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR
(15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR)   
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