I hate the way the paper rustlesAs I shove it under my desk, into the trash.Hundreds of papers big and smallGone, crumpled, the words unable to convey the emotions,The war of emotionsRaging inside of me. It fills me with anger, desperationThe pen scribbling onto the paper Until it slips and the ink spills.It's suffocating, this deadly the silenceThe way it eats me up My regrets and shreds of memoriesMy only companions.I hate it, the way I can't deal with the simplest things.I hate it, despite itAlmost as much as my self
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Let the mask fall
Poesía~all we do is think about the feelings we hide~ another collection of poems and quotes.
