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Jul 2016
The things left unsaid
are usually more hurtful
than things left
unthought
(Ask me how I know).

It's the things left unsaid
that eat into the light
of your usually
big heart
(Ask me how that feels).

It's the things (I) left unsaid
that leave you (who says them)
in a quiet little space
(unaware)
that I'm not as good
as you're trying to convince
everyone that I'm not.
If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. This has not been a hard concept for me to grasp... But I sure wish my mind would quiet down, too.
Abigail Sedgwick
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Abigail Sedgwick  29/F/West Virginia
(29/F/West Virginia)   
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