The tales of my heart are known to none.
Only these pens can dig beyond the surface.
Words will always be lacking the exact one.
To correctly express it's hidden furnace.
I confess to being myself more in solitude.
Secretly breaking down behind closed doors.
Something that regularly fuels my fortitude.
Forcing endless challenges to help me soar.
I may never speak of nothing but this pain.
Trust me it is not all unbelievable and chaotic.
Some of it is soused with enough lessons to gain.
The rare opportunity of discovering use of logic.
(Mine)
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