Ink
"There were things
That can never be spelled
There were things
I'm dying to tell
Too scared I am
Of this chipped, heart
To endure another break
So I sewed my lips
But my faltered voice slipped
Becoming ink
As it paints my thoughts
In silent
Yet I hear a scream so loud
Invading what's shouldn't"
There were invaluable life
That doesn't deserve to be part of your life... ME
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