hidden thoughts
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I write in you
My mother says it’s childish
My innermost thoughts
My secrets
Locked safely in the tear wrinkled pages of your tattered spirit
Burdened with my shameful exploits of debauchery and lust
why are we so afraid ?
afraid to say what we intend to say.
letting others control our words .
spitting raps that have already been heard .
saying the same thing like we have no understanding
