Education of the Heart [Pt. 1]
whispering Secrets are
Second only to staying quiet.
Muffled screams from
a Muzzle with my prints.
the door was Closed behind me
after i turned in the Closet.
my Tears have long subsided
while the Tears only get deeper.
Trust in the only way
to keep the Truth from everyone.
that kind of Love
is very Lonely,
but that’s not love. that’s a fucking lie and you know it.
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