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Oct 2023
It would be simple

All this pent up frustration
All this uncertainty
All this self hate of not being good enough

Gone

Swift and simple
Maybe the sound lasts a moment
Maybe a minute
or a hour, or few

but it has been years
so silent that no one heard it

maybe if they could hear
then it would stop
and I could get my life back under me?

Just clarity
a peace
so much to ask?
Writing of the Unknown
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