how many times was I able to do something,
but didn't
always afraid of what would happen if I would,
let myself go just a single time
listening to my inner voices, desires,
slowly closing the door to my heart,
again and again,
the part of myself that wanted,
that also would,
bumping against the door,
screaming for me to let it out,
begging for me to let myself go...
but never once was there a time that I would
but there were tons of times where I wanted
it doesn't make sense...
but again in a world so miserable,
so confusing,
tearing every single one of us apart,
what does...
there's not a day that goes by,
where I feel my heart
quietly knocking on the door I closed,
unable to let it be free...
because I'm scared of what could be
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poetry
Poesíahey! I'm not a writer or anything but this is my try on poetry and writing in general... This will be a way of handling my feelings and expressing myself in new ways, which is something I would love to share^^ I will be uploading more over time so s...
