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I can write,
and write.
I can speak,
and speak.
The words pouring out,
but never read nor heard.

I am alone.

I write,
and write.
I speak,
and speak.
The words gushing out,
never read nor heard.

I am alone.

I can bleed,
and bleed.
I breathe,
and breathe.
Holding on to life,
but never really living.

I am alone.

I bleed.
and bleed.
Not breathing,
or breathing.
Clinging for life,
but never even living.

I am alone.

I feel,
and feel.
I hurt,
and hurt.
The pain like knives,
the wounds never showing.