Then I scream
DON’T OVER THINK IT!
It’s just a dream
An empty thought that found its place
Refusing to let go of me
Ideas dying to be told, but I’m surrounded by deaf ears
So I scream
After all, no one will hear
The deafening silence within
(Poet’s often die unheard)
Stranger Paths 
Poets don’t die
Poetry stays
Wish this world
Had ears to hear
Had heart to understand
Had a soul to hug
*hugs*
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