How about keeping silence
While these words must be said?
How about hiding thoughts about violence
And losing attempts to break out instead?
How about walking around familiar places
And trying not to remind myself
About past. I cry.
I search in the intricate laces.
I’ve done.
I've started to lie.
How about
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