I give life to your tragedies,
To my tragedies.
I write what my heart feels,
And fantasies my mind concocts,
To escape pain.
I write what I want to say to you,
Although you may never know,
"To my dearest friend..."
I write because I can not speak,
Speak of these secrets I keep;
She is the silent sufferer, the silent witness, the silent healer.
Please, let me write.
I do not wish to speak...
I like to heal the suffering and writing heals me.
I write my feelings towards
You and towards them,
Because I could not tell you, I could not shout it out...
You could never find me
In the dark;
She is a writer, not a speaker.








That is all.
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I really appreciate it!!!
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