Things Left Unspoken
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While laying in bed and staring at the chaotic nothingness of life, a million thoughts cross your mind but not all of these are verbalized because some things are better left unspoken.
[POEMS AND PROSE]
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If I close my eyes
Tight enough
Would that help it?
If I cover my ears
Hard enough
Would that block it?
If I pretend not to feel
Long enough
Would that change it?
If I do this
Will it help it
Now I'm hopeless
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"Lie to me once more." She said.
The curve of his lips up told a tale of betrayal and darkness. "I love you."
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