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Nov 2018
Sight and sound when no one is around.
No one to call and nowhere to be found.
No one will wonder even if it starts to thunder.
If I cried, people might think I’ve already have died.

Yet, I’ve waited and couldn’t see a single eye.

When stress arises, people such as families and even close friends have thought I was just depressed.
If I even ask for a rest, there wasn’t even enough air  in my own chest.
Where was the people I’ve knew, who cared for me because even if it scares me. People knew it’ll feared me if I told them not to stare at me.

The loud sirens may laughed at me.

But, because the screams of those sounds knowing when in sight came with a huge silent freight.
alone & lonely to be feared of disappointments
Diane K Pak
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Diane K Pak  24/F/Philadelphia, PA
(24/F/Philadelphia, PA)   
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