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Jul 2014
My reality is to escape.
I escape by screaming the truth,
Screaming the truth to be heard.
Heard by closed ears,
Ears such as yours.

My dream is to be able to whisper,
Whisper those same words.
To have those same words I once whispered be heard.
To have those Whispers that I now speak.
Be heard,
Heard by you.
Written by
Gary
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