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Hidden in her diary were stories,
She never spoke aloud,
When her voice was suppressed,
Her silence became her shout.Drowning in depth of his heart,
She suffered an unending pain,
What made her complete,
Had left her burning in the rain.Trust was killed,
Promises were broken,
Hidden in her diary were secrets,
Those remained unspoken.Her innocent eyes weren't lying,
Her suffering was true,
When she called for help,
No one came to rescue.She wanted to free herself,
From a love merely an illusion,
While fighting her battle alone,
She wrote her own conclusion.
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In the mean time [ A Poetry Collection ] #wattys2019
PoetryThe book contains the type of literature that conveys a thought, describes a scene or tells a story in a concentrated, lyrical arrangement of words to communicate with your inner world.