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Jan 2020
Pen to the paper
Telling that sheet all of my fears
It never ceases to give me listening ears
I spill my heart to it, knowing it will not judge me
Then I tear the paper into pieces
And dry my tears with it
That's how I keep my heart outpours hidden
Then I step out with a big smile again.
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
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