I realizing... I'm hiding I'm cowardering. I let my tongue hang loose as I write my words. My shield. My shield against harm and truth.
I write unsaid words, because I'm too cowardly to say them. Meanings are buried deep as I try to cover up unsaid words.
My crime is not speaking my mind, so my tongue stays useless as I write down my words. Poems, stories, simple phrases and sentences.
My gaurd against the world, is written words that have been left unsaid by me.
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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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