I have a million things to say, but if I say them I will cry.
If I write them , they will become concrete, and real.
If I think about them , I feel knots in my stomach.
If you try to help you’ll just be one more person to know my secrets.
I choose to hold theses secrets to myself, just me. Alone
Always alone, with millions of words to say.
CRY CONCRETE FEEL, KNOTS TO KNOW MY SECRETS . CHOOSE TO HOLD THEM.
Unfortunately - I will not make my tears visible to be set into concrete..
-Sole-Phresh Society-
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