My inner voice called
Told me I didn't have to fit the mold
That when songs were played
I didn't need to sing along
Since I was born to play with words.
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Tea Poetry
PoesíaPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
