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Before the Days of Censorship

Before the days of censorship, I longed to be heard, no one to keep my secrets safe, not a single word- Everything was out in the open, no voice was silent, back during the days of yore, before debates were violent. So many times of edgy speeches were allowed and occurred. When activists were able to speak their mind, now such honesty is so darn hard to find- Can we not speak what we feel is our belief? Now we all have to keep quiet without true relief. Our articulation gone missing, we are hushed and confined. When did it start, being on the verge of placid moments? Now we must be careful and drown in apologies and atonement- I remember when I could use my pen to write with reality, now there are judgments claiming unauthenticity. It used to be we could verbalize ourselves with condonement. To be honest there is not much freedom to vocalize, so many people lost in this world, with offence in their eyes- I do not blame those who try to reach out and speak with accuracy, we must be able to say the facts with sincere veracity. This suppression is depressing, when will they realize? Nowadays this world seems to be so insane and hazy, people live lives of foolishness and are lazy- We are not able to express ourselves with candid conversation, only bringing an obnoxious and repugnant civilization. If only we could communicate with truth, instead of being crazy. Ground Edges Poetry Contest September 29, 2017

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Date: 9/29/2017 5:30:00 PM
Interesting write, Laura, I never was involved in a lot that went in the world.. Family culture I assume whatever it was I was very naive with the whole thing. I don't know why I am writing ? Just wanted to say HI hugs eve ~`*
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Date: 9/29/2017 9:06:00 AM
Great penning for this contest theme, language rich and evocative, truth so wonderfully uncomfortable. xomo!
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