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It’s okay to say “I am not well”
please, no more hiding behind closeted eyes
and your tongue-tied deceit.
Your murderous hands, accessories in your defeat.
Reach for mine, I’ll help you up,
my own invisible scars appear
under the florescence of your heart.

*I am super sad because i started my rigorous counseling studies until December 2017, and that means my time to creatively express myself is diminished. Although, I have been managing to squeeze a few words in between the bolts of academic reads piled high on my desk as well as enjoy your posts. Blessings. J

Poetry

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