The thoughts of your words
The rigid walls behind
Me
Kept me in
There is no escape from this beautiful place
Only your thoughts
That cannot
Come out into speech
It is not like it is the beach
Where we can roam freely.
But where we have to act out our words
To make it all okay.
We cannot say
What we need
Only because we may not plead
I have a million words piling up
But I cannot share a single one
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