No matter the chatter,
I put my finger to lips,
To pause all talks,
Of no kind words that exist,
Creeping away from my pain,
I bury them in books,
Couldn’t see me outside,
Even when by the window,
I didn’t even look.
When the world doesn’t know what’s inside, you hide, so it won’t be on display, until someone save you from yourself, then you outside of thoughts, not locked in.
Jixi Fox 🦊
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