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-The Unspoken Things-
Behind my eyes, a storm rages on,
A tale of horror, a light long gone.
But can I share this weight I bear?
Will anyone listen? Do they even care?

Invisible scars that mark my skin,
A battle fought, yet I can’t begin.
To voice the pain, to break the seal,
To speak the truth of what I feel.

The fear of judgment, the fear of blame,
To speak of the cruelty, the utter shame.
So here I linger, caught in despair,
In the echo of silence, alone with my secrets I fear to share.

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Answer 3

VERY COOL

Answer 4

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Answer 5

Nice job. Keep on writing

Answer 6

Good Job! 8/10