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Jul 2020
Too often we let those words pile up inside,
like a treasure too heavy to carry, too precious to reveal.
Too often turn our emotions into prisoners,
kept in solitary for the mere rebellious act of coming alive.
Flashing moments from past held too dear,
those we want to remember, those we need to forget.
Too often building walls around us,
in fear of living through the same nightmare.
Too often looking away from those we love the most.
Too often caught up in illusion of being saved,
Too often silenced by the thought of being judged,
Too often too late to safe one self....
       -J.leeo
Scattered Words
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Scattered Words  F/India
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