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I didn’t mean
to yell,
but something
cracked.
*
The way
they talked
over me.
The way
no one
flinched.
*
How long
can you
hold it in
before everything
shatters?
*
How long
can you
handle being
unheard?
*
How long
until all
that’s left
is a broken
scream?
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Comments (3)
I like to rage and rage and rage until I am heard. I like this one. It takes us on a journey to test us. I failed miserably. I don’t know how to handle not being heard or understood, but I am working on it. Thank you for writing such a thought provoking nudge ♥️🤗
All great questions that may have no answer. Good job.
I hope you're okay 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️