I've learned to hate the feeling of familiarity,
A cycle worn, a path too clear,
The comfort once sweet now breeds a cage,
Each echo dull, each line a page.
What once felt like home is now a weight,
A shackle built on softened fate.
I chase the new with a restless heart,
To break the grip, to restart.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoesiaLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
