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UndiscoveredMuse

Published: Apr 24, 2014

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Listen closely and you will hear,
The thoughts that I have never said,
The hushed whispers with every heartbeat.
The shadows cackling in my head.

All my sinews are laced with secrets,
binding my body to my soul.
Tell me, is it truly worth it,
leaving so much truth untold?

I'm not going to point fingers,
because they say I'm the one to blame.
But I'm sure I'd hate myself a little less
if I found another way to bleed my shame.

And so I beg you, listen.
Whether you care or not for me.
I just need someone to hear my voice,
So that I may set my spirit free.

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