by Louise Abbey Tacaca
Would a word be enough to silence my demons and hunt down my fears?
Would a word kill my anxiety and doubts away?
I think not that a word can do so, without a mouth that wants to scream it aloud.
Would a word kill to make me a world where i can feel?
Not of love, but of another fear to lose what i have just to own what i don't: a future that's bound to fill a void I grant in me.
Would this be something I write if not of a night of tears and stuttering? Would this be about all the things i learned or the things i lost and never found?
Would this be all that i wanted it to, for what i wanted is what this world could never give : a life to lose and a love to have?
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