I want to open up
Specific topcic, certain questions
But once I do-
It becomes about me…
It’s always me
I speak too much
I can't hear you-
And I lose
What I wanted to say.

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The Secret Life of Thought
PoésieSometimes we don't say a word because our mind is too full of them. These pages hold just a few of those.
Running Circles
I want to open up
Specific topcic, certain questions
But once I do-
It becomes about me…
It’s always me
I speak too much
I can't hear you-
And I lose
What I wanted to say.