Sometimes  She wants to scream Scream so loud  The ghosts from her past  Hear and cower  But All she can do  Is whisper  Salty tears into a towel  Late at night  Muffling her deafening cries so she doesn’t wake the neighbors  She shakes from the anger  She suffocates from the sadness  Each nostril plugged by... Continue Reading →

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