things i never got to say
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Última publicación lun, abr 12, 2021
the thoughts which never quite escaped my lips as syllables, spilling out into the silence but were kept, pursed tightly within, flowing through my veins, no verbalisation- are now being written into poetical prose.
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![3:00 AM Thoughts [ Complete ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/209333200-256-k128730.jpg)
![Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/146397416-256-k856747.jpg)
I'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.
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