i find it hard to open up
because my words come out a jumbled mess
of things i might not mean to say
but more importantly
of things that that hold no truth
or all the truth in the world
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words whispered in the wind
Poesia~~~~ these words I whisper to myself these words I whisper in the wind and hopefully, these words you will whisper out loud to yourself when you look at the clock and see that it's three am once again ~~~~ All rights reserved.
words
i find it hard to open up
because my words come out a jumbled mess
of things i might not mean to say
but more importantly
of things that that hold no truth
or all the truth in the world
