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stumbling

traversing a feeling is like a drunk walk home not very appealing my words mix like loam stumbling through silence each thought’s a misstep I’m haunted by shadows by things left unsaid the weight of my doubts clings close like a shroud wishing for courage to speak out loud. but here in the quiet, my heart’s not alone, I hope you don’t hate me for things I’ve not shown.

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