Things I Have Feared to Read
l have always been able to do it. To avoid thoughts that need to be heard. Words that have been written long ago but have been refused a voice. A sound that threatens the smile on my face. Phrases that take my crutches away before I can fully walk on my own. These contemplations that expound on the reasons I should hide. This place that made it so I had no need for comfort foods, therapy, or a friend to talk too. The space which judges turn their signs around to reveal perfect tens for signs of depression. This frame of mind that explains the pains of lack of motivation. And images that should have taken my breath away but made me intake a paradox that isnt so different. This the chamber that has taken all of my grieves and unwanted thoughts has found itself too full. And beckons me (with in a persuasive tone) to unlatch its deteriorating pad lock.
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