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My notepad.
In my moments of despair,
My notepad becomes my confidant.
A blank canvas to pour out my heart,
Without fear of judgment or rant.
I carry the weight of unrequited love,
An overwhelming burden to bear.
But as I put pen to paper,
I slowly release the weight of my care.
Fears of sharing my story hold me back,
But I know healing can come through.
Each word is a step towards freedom,
And a chance for hope to shine through.
As I write, I feel unburdened,
My emotions no longer held captive.
My notepad becomes a safe space,
And my heart a bit more perceptive.
© handcuffedpoet
My notepad becomes my confidant.
A blank canvas to pour out my heart,
Without fear of judgment or rant.
I carry the weight of unrequited love,
An overwhelming burden to bear.
But as I put pen to paper,
I slowly release the weight of my care.
Fears of sharing my story hold me back,
But I know healing can come through.
Each word is a step towards freedom,
And a chance for hope to shine through.
As I write, I feel unburdened,
My emotions no longer held captive.
My notepad becomes a safe space,
And my heart a bit more perceptive.
© handcuffedpoet
