Not said or expressed. Nothing written down or shared. Just alone and silent. I don’t know how to share silence, can’t post the tears, can’t describe the desperate need to write. Maybe if you’ve ever been hungry or lonely or poor, you know the rhythm of the day that goes on hour after hour with no relief no answer for the empty plate, empty heart or empty life you live while you wait for rain.
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