6d (edited) • THOUGHTS
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It’s the ways
I found your warmth
In others
Parts torn to pieces
Made whole
To my alliegence
To what we could have been
It’s the ways
My drunken words
Will never find you
But still wants to speak
To acceptance
To understanding
To my ego
Because seeing you smile feeds it
I deserve more
Than I care for
I’m modest
I’m honest about myself
And that’s the problem
Caged bird
Free if I feel like I am
Just to be here
Still silent, waiting
To open my doors
Will you meet me there?
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