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My mind is full of things I want to say

But the words won’t come out anyway

Because no matter what happens

Still it would not make any sense

Because I am still confused

Or maybe just too tired of being abused

So I’ll just hide my feelings inside

And there they will silently reside

Though I may not be as whole as before

At least it would not hurt as much as before

©danieldlsantos2012

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~ by lordouch on October 24, 2012.

4 Responses to “Untitled2”

  1. In the wise words of my 15 year old, reading over my shoulder, “that’s a really good one”
    Carole

  2. Amazing.
    As always!

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