words

my words die

befofre they hit the ground

they break

once spoken

and i don't

know if it feels better

to have said them

it seems to me

that they

make things worse

honstly it might be

better for them

to go unheard

because ther are

somethings

you jsut

may not

need to know

about me

and this thing

that we are

trying so hard

to figure out

The End

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