I want to scream. But I can't. Because I must be too quiet in here, while I want to be too loud.
I am told to speak out loud my thoughts,
but measures are put to the words I say.
When my truth is spoken, I must stay silent,
but when their truth is coming closer to relive, they become a furious monster.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
