For your poems.
I have no voice.
Its as if when I move my mouth to speak, no sound comes out,
And that everyone turns away so they can’t read my lips.
I’m just like another dull star in endless space.
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I’m invisable.
I’m nothing.
A no one.
Gone.
A un-important.
Can’t I just be taken away?
And actually be fucking gone.