Unsaid
These dreams of mine
have shifted
into nightmares
on their own.
This heart of mine
is hung up,
torn to pieces
by unknowns.
This life I live
is nothing more
than hanging
by a thread;
But never have I
found a word
that’s better
left unsaid.
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