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Almost Out Loud

Almost Out Loud

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"Almost Out Loud" is a collection of the words I never had either the chance or the courage to say out loud. I settled for writing, the next best thing to actual confrontation. I hope these short poems and scribbles are relatable to you in some way. And if they are please let me know. Hope you enjoy!
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In a world where success is measured by gold, love became a puzzle, elusive and cold. She longed to fill the emptiness inside, yearning for a soulmate to stand by her side. With flaws laid bare, she sought to be seen, a heart so raw, a soul between. Then came a love, strong and true, a resilient spirit, their bond grew. Magnetic, captivating, they intertwined, easing the burdens that weighed her mind. For the first time, love felt real, in his embrace, her wounds could heal. Convinced he was the missing part, her heartbeat steady, no longer torn apart. Yet fate has a way of shifting the skies, their tale took a turn, a darkened disguise. Secrets uncovered, truths brought to light, the joy they shared crumbled in the night. A shattering blow, her heart left torn, the love she believed in now was worn. Yet through the pain, there came a chance, redemption's whisper, a final dance. Amid the brokenness, she found her way, a new understanding of love's true sway. No longer blind, she questioned the cost, the essence of love, now understood, but lost. For in the end, love is not just a piece, but a journey of healing, and finding release.

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