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confession

by bela-matyas-feher

i save the best thoughts for myself, never to see the light of day, never to be heard by anyone, tucked away in the silence of my innermost self, there to dwell, securely. right next to them, the worst ideas stay, too, the ones that bring ridicule, or would if i let them out, but i dare not. and though i think of them as safely tucked away, they are at war with one another, fighting to be entertained, striving to be the thoughts that take prominence, and always trying to get out. and i cannot tell them apart.
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