All the words I wanted to say,
but never did I try because of fear,
a piercing cry that I would be told
to shut my voice out,
and to never speak again.
— from the side of me who's secretly afraid of the world.
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
