Sometimes, it hurts.
Sometimes, I write using cliche words
With unhidden meaning
And the most obvious
intent,
Because my mind has been too boggled
And tired
From trying to compile and conjure up
Interesting sentences
With the correct reflectiveness,
And poignant profundity.

Sometimes, I need a rest from trying to hide away that someone who has been screaming and weeping and howling deep inside, who has no access to the lips and the face and the tongue and the brain.

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