What if I told you exactly how I felt?
would that have changed for the better?
What if I told you exactly what you meant?
Would we not have made a mistake?
All of these words remained unsaid.
my voice quieter than the dead,
I would not have bled if I had spoken.
We could still be on the same thread.
What if I tried harder the second time?
Wouldn't it have felt divine?
What if I stopped hiding?
Would it have bloomed something?
Memories that last forever,
The moments have passed us by.
blown away by the wind,
The fate poured into the bin.
- aanijian
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Sentient (Scars)
RandomThis is not a story. It's about what I experience, perceives, and observe. Grievances that cannot be expressed all the wounds caused, are all here and read, not just about myself but for others as well.
