The truth I wished to surface
from pent silence and seas of stigma-
was extinguished by its heaving anchors
as it binded the truth I wished-
to have sang my gilded song.
Yet its noise had muffled my resonance,
and broke the strings that tied it together.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
