will the words
stick in my throat,
caught up in anxieties
about how i look in societies?
or does my brain soar above
those turns of phrases,
hoping to scatter them about
with my manic phases?
so many questions,
so much that i doubt,
all leave me speechless,
while deep inside
I just need to shout..
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