words finding an outlet... written in plain sight to be read... so the memory doesn't havta remind itself of the change to come... like a paved road leading somewhere to a lil place called home where the heart won't feel so utterly alone...spilling truths as if there's anyone willing to read along... without a melody emotion speaks in which could never go wrong... twisting letters to bring to life what's hidden behind the wall... as a burden lifts to free the mind from thoughts consumed by how the eyes balled... able to release the tension built to get to going with the jotting down of a new situation... on with the next phase so joy an be more than an invitation... allowing others to see for themselves of who it is on the other side of writings able to breathe... with a lil heart splattering itself onto pages so the mind can dream... telling a story of past n present for the future to find a groove... hoping the tongue isn't heard with a tone calling another truce... blank space accepts whatever is to be smeared so it to can have a life worth a pause... for someone at some point to feel it so it to can have a cause...
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