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she puts down her thoughts on paper

hoping no one but someone finds them

he couldn't understand

understand her at all

understand why she left pieces of herself

into characters from marks on paper

he couldn't see

see what he was missing

see what she found

found between the lines of her favourite book

he was blind

but braille couldn't help him

he was deaf

but aids couldn't help him

he was dumb

but signs he couldn't understand

he tried to enter her world

tried to be someone he wasn't

tried to be the boy she wished for

every night

when the clock struck same digits

but he failed

failed at seeing

failed at hearing

failed at letting his emotions out

he had tried to enter her hidden galaxies

to find the pretty stars and constellations

but what he couldn't feel

was the darkness behind all the pretty

a void

which had sucked her away

into a world of no return.

-b

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