These Things/by:Haunted Lunacy

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The things I don’t talk about,
the things I don’t say.
These are the things that fester,
and eat my soul away.
These things they rend
and tear the inside apart,
trapped within my rib cage,
eating pieces of my heart.

These things I don’t write about,
not a single word. 
Not a single drop of ink is spilled,
Lest it be cryptic and absurd.

So I close my eyes and 
take a breath when these gifts
the darkness brings.
I leave them all unopened 
and still wrapped, in the 
corner with all these things.

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