if you go outside at night after the world has gone to sleep you can hear the planet sigh under the secrets it can't keep and the wind sings different tunes to all the ones you her by day as thought it's choking on the words that we've all too afraid to say and i wonder at the problems we've tried to melt inside its core whether it's packed so close to bursting that it can't hold many moves for how can we see its weakness when we've not known something so strong and if it weeps and we can't hear it.
does that mean there's nothing wrong?
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De TodoThis journal that i write it's help me remind me of my struggles and my accomplishment
