My tongue, a beast that bites me first.
I wanna shut it down,
never to speak again.
My voice, a wild river,
Yet keeps flooding, careless of consequence.
My lips, in a race,
while everyone hopes—
“Would they ever learn silence?”
My brain, too messy,
Spills out without a thought.
All cures, I’ve tried—
Nothing worked.
The words kept flying—
Some hurt. Some haunt. Some hang in the...
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