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Whispers Don't Exist

The million things that make me feel this way are never going to change.
And I'm the only one to blame.
I can see that this is never going to quit.
I'll never find the piece that fits.
You ask how I can do this to myself.
The answer is to find a happiness I have never felt.
If tears wont fix it, why am I crying?
Why do I keep on trying
To fix what no one knows is broken.
Because screams come out as whispers...
And Whispers don't exist.





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