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TORTURED YOUTH

Petty recriminations,
And no one understands.
You take one breath
And walk away,
And hold an empty hand.

Crying on your mind,
Nothing there to suit.
You hide a tear
And walk away,
Wishing they were mute.

Silence is as death,
Hidden in the sound.
You face your fear
And walk away,
Never to be found.

Nothing but untruths,
In your mind you're bound.
You buy the lie
And walk away,
Easier all around.

 

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