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I know the horror
how you can't undress
without feeling like
a ******* mess.

There's got to be something
more than this,
just write until
your thoughts aren't as heavy.

Everyone glances
but nobody reads:
Pour your emotions
into a glass that
nobody drinks.

There's got to be something
more than
vulnerable words in vain:
a medicine
that increases the pain.

I know the horror
how you can't reveal
the fullest extent
of how you feel.

There has to be something
more than a glance,
to help you feel heard;
to validate your world.

Just learn to write
and let it all go,
even if nobody notices
or nobody knows.

Because there is something
more than this.
I see her digging feverishly-
digging holes in search of things to keep.
She digs even though her palms are calloused and raw.
The yellow sunlight has moved to the moonlight’s glow.
I can only see her futile struggle;
in search of the things that’s already resting in her cupboard.
Sometimes people are constantly searching for happiness, love or etc. But as they're so focused on searching they miss it when it's right in front of their face.
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