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What Must Be Said
by Shawna M. Black
Attack this silence
That suffocates my soul.
You were always the savior
To my pain.
But your fear stood in the way.
It was my comfort to let you
Stand in the way.
Though your apprehension
Shook you,
I needed to be with you.
Was I truly that desparate?
With your every promise
Empty in its waiting and
Hollow in its meaning?
You gave me this.
There.
It's been said
The absense of my words
No longer.
I can breathe again.
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