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Blank Page

I tried to write upon a page

what is giving me migraines

but the page still sits so blank and clean

and I could not have said it so perfectly.

For sometimes the secrets locked inside

are the ones we aren't trying to hide

but that we can never tell how we feel

because we do not know the answers ourselves

and all I know is that I am lost at sea

it shouldn't be so hard to breathe

and the worst part is that I really think

that I don't deserve to be happy.

I don't know what's inside of me

what had derailed my wiring

but I've started believing all the things

 I used to judge others for agreeing

s.g.