In the depths of my thoughts, a world concealed, A tapestry of emotions never revealed. These words I've held close, a secret parade, A symphony of whispers that I'm afraid of. Ink would be my ally, paper my friend, A place where my heart's truth finds no end. Yet silence persisted, a fortress I built, A prison of fear where my hopes wilt. But now I release them, these unspoken lines, A confession of feelings, like stars that shine. Please handle with care, these fragile thoughts, For within them, my soul's battles were fought. Invisible struggles, like shadows they dance, A mosaic of moments left to chance. Let the poetry breathe, like winds set free, A glimpse into the heart, a window for thee. So if you stumble upon these words I've weaved, Know that my vulnerability I've finally retrieved. Respect the sentiments, the pain, and the grace, For here lies my essence, in this poetic space. ...
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