[written in 2023]
I had to be strong. Not because I wanted to be strong, but because I was forced to be. I knew that opening my pain and fears would only bring agony; it was like reopening a cauterized wound. It would sting and ache more than it did before, but how was I to know that? How am I to know I'm right? I'm no mind reader or fortuneteller; I can only assume I know what is to come. Though there is no solid proof, I believe it will harm me. Similar to a meteor, we can only assume it will hit the already suffering earth or miss it entirely. How are we to know for a certain?
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PoetryThis started as a collection of vent writing that i posted on quotev but seeing as quotev has failed us all, I decided to go ahead and post it here. It's nothing special honestly.
