Can the weight of the unspoken words I carry inside of me,
Drag me down like an anchor sinking to the bottom of the sea?
Can I ever die of regret for all the truths I should have revealed,
And all the insights I should have shared,
But listened to my fears,
And sat quietly?
Could the knowledge I selfishly kept,
Have been a droplet of hope,
For someone who was unjustly divested of the right to know?
Can I ever forgive myself for biting my tongue,
When I should have let it flow,
Like a river breaking free from the ice?
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