Looking at this empty page, while I try keeping my hands still, no words can describe the damage of the way that I feel, just because the pages are empty, doesn't mean it's not real.
Can I express that I'm here screaming, and will those screams ring through the crowd, will what I leave behind today, make my silenced voice loud.
I'm hoping so, that maybe it would, cause honestly I could use a little something so I can feel proud, or even that it's ok to be. I'm allowed.
©justin_ur
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