Stolen

I've decided how I feel right now... Can I draw you a word picture? Deep down--this is how I feel.
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I am on a mountain. I am standing very straight, almost leaning forward eagerly.
And I am yelling as loudly as I can.
My face is strained and pulled with how hard I am yelling.
But there's a strong scary wind blowing.
And its stealing my words.
My breath is gone- taken by the wind.
But I am still yelling.
Rain is slapping me hard on the face.
Telling me to stop trying.
My words have no meaning.
No one hears me.
They don't see me.
Those that glance at me- turn away with disdain or indifference.
And there I stand.
Still yelling.
With the wind pulling my tears off my face as if they mean nothing.
Just like my words.
Stolen.

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