Imprisonment

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-Imprisonment-

To: the time I hold back...

There are times when I want to let it all out.

I want my tears to have a voice, to shout.

Everything in me is no more grey

Black, no white is all I see, if I may say.

My vision is getting blurry

Silent tears are slipping in merry.

No voice escaping,

My heart is burdening

With all secrets imprisoned in me

I can conclude I am slowly killing me.

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