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I didn’t know
the pain I had
until I talked to a friend
And talking became screaming.
Screaming.
Screaming because
I needed to scream.
At home, silence
Heavy with unfinished screams.
“Cheer up,”
was his request.
So I took medicine.
Half the bottle.
Then they said, “You need help.”
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The Scream
by Eva Haughie
Watercolor and Ink on paper
14''x17'' c.1990
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