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If I had told the truth - nothing would be the same
I stayed quiet when it mattered most.
I buried confessions under humor,
under silence,
under safe little lies.
These poems are what would've happened
if I had said the words out loud.
They're the echoes of moments
that could have changed everything-
love I carried for years,
longing I tried to bury,
truths that still burn in my throat.
They aren't pretty.
They aren't soft.
They are the things I should have said,
and never did.
If I had told the truth-
nothing would be the same.
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