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¨A Poem For The Boy Who Believed Spoke Too Much.¨

i know i can't stop the storms

that rest in the crevices of your mind.

i know i can't stop the comments

that eat up at you during the night,

slowly gnawing away at your sanity

threatening to tear you down.

i know i can't stop the people

who rip away your voice

leaving you desperately speechless.

there are so many things that i know i can't stop

because i am only one person

but as long as i can stand here

and hold your hand through all of it

then hopefully that will be enough.

Sincerely,

A poem to a boy who believed he spoke too much

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