Some say I have a way with words,
But I can't wrap my head around,
The fact that I have none—
I let my silence reign and rain,
On the deaf parts of my soul.
But then again,
I never waste my words,
On someone who doesn't deserve them,
Including myself.
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✓ | frozen
PoetryHere's a collection of poems and drafts that are frozen within my heart.
