Her whole life was full of secrets,
people she couldn't tell,
places she couldn't speak of,
it wasn't privacy, it were secrets,
she was told to lie,
over and over again,
until she grew curious and inquisitive,
she was done with seeing how people saw her as just a boring blank cover,
so she spoke, she told them about the places, the secrets, the lies,
they tried to silence her,
but it's hard to silence water that has been transformed into an explosive.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
