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Secluded away, as a withered twig

No one to hear, even if I speak.

Distanced memories, keeping me warm,

A vanity effort, in curbing the storm.

Deepest despair, and unhealed scars,

Voice less sun, and spell bound stars.

Gusts of pain, freezing my soul.

The thumping of heart, so not in control.

Painting the pictures, with words unsaid,

So invisible to you, it sooner will fade!

Only the distanced memories, keeping me warm,

And the unsaid words veiling me off the storm.