January 3, 2012
By , Neenah, WI
I think, but do not speak.
The words are left unsaid.
Gone with the wind,
before they leave my lips.

The truth is hard to swallow.
I choke on what i can't say.
Unheard and forgotten,
talking just a memory.

Drowning in the silence.

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