There’s a weight behind my smile
you’ll never see
whole galaxies of words
I swallowed
instead of speaking.
If silence could shatter glass,
you’d hear me
in every room.
I wish I could say it all.
But where would I even start?

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There’s a weight behind my smile
you’ll never see
whole galaxies of words
I swallowed
instead of speaking.
If silence could shatter glass,
you’d hear me
in every room.
I wish I could say it all.
But where would I even start?
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