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I sat down, one evening, completely down and soaked with my own tears, and...I just wrote my feelings down.

Stuck,

And confined

With my own thoughts,

And other strings in my mind.


Dark, darker,

Stumbled upon a lump

Huge, scruffy notion

Of what-ifs and could've beens.


Chaos--

And a deafening silence battling

Whether to speak

Or to stay what I'm good at,

Being silent.

© 2021 The Muted Gal

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