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Apr 2018
My feelings
Are trapped inside the wallet of my soul ,
And I'm so tight ****** .
My feelings.
Are kept safe in a safe,
Always afraid of thieves.
They are prisoners behind my rib cage,
Not for a crime,
They aren't colored in rage,
But I'm allergic to fake ones,
And I don't want mine to lose their truth.

My feelings.
I'm overprotective.
I don't want them to be taken for granted.
My darkest fear
Is them going to the wrong places.
Wrong hearts and fake faces.

My feelings.
Afraid to get excited.
See Excitement
Fills up the room with party balloons ,
And if it doesn't work out,
They'll pop up.
what a sound.
Rowan Ayman
Written by
Rowan Ayman  18/F
     Ƨ and Busbar Dancer
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