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I craved her attention, it was like oxygen
every "Hello" was simply addicting
and every "Good bye" was simply excruciating....
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent

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