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Scream
I write with pain and paper
The tears become my ink
I live each day like it's my last
While standing on the brink
My words become my saviour
They tell me where to go
Tomorrow has no meaning
A place I do not know
The paper is my shelter
It hides my past mistakes
My heart will tell me what to say
Before it finally breaks
My soul cries out in sad remorse
But no one hears me cry
No one offers a helping hand
They only pass me by
A poet's words will always scream
Before they disappear
A thousand people will read my verse
But none will truly hear
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