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Silent Cry

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I slept like I was dead last night.

Small dark room –
Why are my parents crying?
by themselves:
Music blaring in the background –
Someone! Stop
my parents from crying
the noise penetrates
- my soul.
No one hears my cry;
No one to hear my cry.
My parents - they’re still weeping.
I would comfort them myself but my hands are covered in blood.

I slept like I was dead last night.

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