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broken thought
The words are broken when the mind is unhinged.
The way to collect my thoughts, is to close the doors
and windows of my mind.
Words un-said are trapped; in my soul.
Sentences shatter, under the wight of my own worries.
Un-said words get neglected and die; decomposing my soul.
The way to collect my thoughts, is to close the doors
and windows of my mind.
Words un-said are trapped; in my soul.
Sentences shatter, under the wight of my own worries.
Un-said words get neglected and die; decomposing my soul.
Published 3rd Sep 2009
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