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I know the words,
But cannot seem to speak them.
I know what is right,
But cannot live without the wrongs.
I know my actions,
But cannot seem to correct them.
I know I am happy,
Just never the same.
I know I love you,
But my senses are ashamed.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Puisi[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
