Much remains unsaid. Sometimes, I don’t know what to share. So much happens as we journey through this life. Most, I keep bottled up inside. There’s but a few I would dare share with, but they are nowhere to be found. There comes a point where I break. A junction of ill suppress, but all dead end. So, here I am. No choice, no victory. One last attempt. Failed miserably. No hope, no friend. Just me and my pen.
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