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All these unspoken words.

All these spoken words worthless

without you listening.

After all our arguments.

Is there so much left to say.

A lifetime of a child.

Unspoken.

In my head

I speak them all.

It’s like singing without making a sound.

Quiet.

All these words.

I tell them my friends.

I write them here.

And it all means nothing, cause you don’t listen.