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My Censored Life


Censorship like a gag tells you what you want to hear,

Silence takes place of honesty.

It blacks out letters, like the ones my great grandfather sent his wife during the war.

The words you keep others from seeing, hearing, are still tangible.

I can feel them as I write this, they boil under the surface.

Can't you feel that tension?

Fake smiles like when I pretended I wasn't hurt all those years ago. 

Understading that I couldn't stop my "friends" that did it....and I'm sorry.

Couldn't stop them, even when I cried and told them no.

Kept censored under a parchment face and a sealed mouth.

You'll never knew how you ruined me.

One day I hope you'll see what you did.

Until then I speak my truth, and refuse this censored lie.

 

 

 

 

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