.
know it seems strange to you
to live so much inside things I write
then dispose of online
for what it's worth
I don't see much sense
In the ways your life is lived
either
my silence feels fictional
from the inside
a strangleheld scream
not to be buried alive
in another lost moment
I'm chasing after truth
even if to you
it looks like I'm trying to bite
my own left ear
don't have the smarts it takes
to be less vulnerable
I think out loud
in dumb questions
and wrong answers
and only afraid in public
so I don't have to be
in private
___________
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-Peace.
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