Pouring Out

Pouring out

And falling all over the ground

And not knowing what to do with it now

And hoping it’s not another cheap hope I’ve found

Pouring out

Forgetting how to be proud

Remembering words out loud

Wishing half of them actually made a sound

Pouring out

But not with everyone else around

Not in a way I can be found

In fact, not actually letting any of it out.

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