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Mar 2022
I would rather
bite my lip til I bleed
I would rather
grit my teeth as
they break down
into seeds.

ANYTHING BUT TALK

I would rather
get punched in the face
and pretend that I'm ok
I would rather
be hit by a car
or be sent to Mars

ANYTHING BUT TALK

Talking about my feelings
Talking about me
I would do anything
but none of those things
It's only going to hurt you
than it does to me.

I rather not talk
I rather just walk
let my feelings
be discreet
that's at least
what he said to me.
Keyana Brown
Written by
Keyana Brown  F/Panama City, FL
(F/Panama City, FL)   
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