Whispered words on the wind,
Strong voice proud,
Voice still unheard.
I think I understand,
What eyes seem to tell me,
They scream in my ears.
Be quiet.
For I hear your words,
So for once,
Hear mine whispered clear.
(Opinions and feedback are welcomed)
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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