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quite
Quite
There are days that I feel shut.
Days that no one will remember but I.
Inside I scream.
A scream that no one will hear.
Inside I cry.
Tears no one will see.
I hurt.
But the pain is so painless no there’s no point in caring.
All of this I squeeze and push and shove deep down in me.
No one will ever know a thing.
Not until the day that I die.
Even then I am quite.
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