I envy those who have no secrets
I envy those who can live in the open
And not hide themselves from anyone
At least cuts stop bleeding
Secrets are a ticking time bomb
With every one you acquire, the burden grows
The path narrows
And out the window, comfort goes
I hate when such things are brought up
But i hate myself more
I hate it every time i trust someone
Because i risk spilling my secrets, as i lean on their shoulder
Knows it one, knows it all
I'm a laughing stock, worse off than livestock
By:Number76
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My poetic diary (2019)
PoetrySo this is just a continuation of my old poetic diary. It's a lot better than last year's that's for sure. Ehehe~ I hope you too think I've improved. And thank you thank you so much for readinggg!! *Psst also check out @ElyDebora, she's the one put...
