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In this moment,
My clouded eyes began to pour—
As my lips tasted the pain.
Filtered through my pores,
A careless moment,
For life I cared less.
My unspoken words,
Expressed without emotion—
To feel so low,
Alone,
Desperate in my decisions
Everything I had not envisioned.
Can I imitate a smile?
Is my mask becoming fragile?
Every piece fits a different puzzle—
To put me together.
Impossible.
My flaws, unavoidable.
My mind,
A room with six walls,
Divided from you.
Unable to build doors,
Floors I sink into—
Trapped.
But a moment to speak,
A moment to say...
I...
I wish you knew...
Me.
Because I don't.
About the Creator
Unspoken Words
𝕌ℕ𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕂𝔼ℕ no more. For those who feel too much and speak too little— this is 𝝲ᴏ𝒖𝓇ꜱ as much as it is ǝuıɯ.


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