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When I weep,
I do not shed tears,
I shed weight off my shoulders,
I shed all of my fears.
When I scream,
I don't wear out my voice,
I wear out the feelings,
That keep me from rejoice.
When I whisper,
I do not tell secrets,
I tell myself that,
This must be as good as it gets.
When I look,
I do not see the world,
I see the perceptions,
Of a little girl.
When I speak,
I do not complain,
I tell those that are grim,
To welcome the rain.
When I write,
I do not think,
I just write,
And breathe, and blink.
When I finish,
I am not too bored to go on,
It just means there are no lyrics,
Left to my song.
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~Kari~
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Beautifully written. You tell how it is. Your own way. Great poem!!!
~Kelie~