patterns

I could go for days
without saying anything
avoid meeting your face
afraid you’d take my ring

I worked hard to not feel
your disappointed eyes
I acted far from true
in those moments of lies

I was the one to blame
and I realized that
I’d felt the shame
So I started to tell
even stories full of shit
came out of their shell
I’ve never felt so rich

in such a good way

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