there’s a saying that I've heard,

something about ‘the silence of the sea.’

but I can’t figure out what it means.

the sea is not silent

as the waves crash onto the shore.

it rages and fumes as it batters down

the door.

the sea is as loud as thunder,

as deafening as a plane’s engine.

it is anything but silent,

its presence always known.

but maybe ‘th...

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I’m screaming at the top of my lungs

But she can’t hear me.

I might as well be yelling in French or Spanish because

She just doesn’t understand me

When I tell her I can’t do this.

She doesn’t get it when I tell her

I don’t know—

Je ne sais pas,

Yo no sé

—how I’m going to see this through.

It’s like my brain es en fuego from all

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