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A poem

The Words I Left To Rot…

All for the fear of being judged

Often comes the time for me to speak my heart

Oh, I dare not, for I am afraid of what may

I eat words before I can spit them out,

All for the fear of being judged…

It’s only when my pen meets the paper

That my heart flows out freely

Without filters, without a veil,

But with candidness and shamelessness

Alas, if only the world could read,

The pages I wrote in my journal…