It’s bubbling up inside
It’s about to spill out
Your words are papered over
Your lips bandaged with regret
Your grimace speaks volumes
Your eyes krinkle with fear
You’re swelling with silence
And it’s killing you swiftly
As you search for the evacuation routes
The parachute will be scorching hot
But there’s no other choice
You were told staying silent
Was the same as dying
But you want to live
And run free with the leopards
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Bringing Feeling Life
Breathing Words
Beyond Time
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I’d love to.
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Yah! 🙂 it would be awesome
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Stunning! and for me today an inspiration!
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Oh wiw. Thanks and glad it was so.
Have a lovely weekend ahead.
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