My inner child cries out,
a voice I buried deep.
For years, I looked away,
her pain ignored,
just as I was -
left alone in the quiet,
where no one answered.
She’s been screaming,
her anguish constant,
but I kept moving,
as if distance could numb,
as if silence could erase
the scars carved into me.
Now, I hear her.
Her voice is raw,
full of everything I tried...
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