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So many things we can't say
For so many reasons.
The bush we beat around grows weary
Maybe it won't grow next season

Every word we think is edited
Cut, copy, paste, then reword
Every emotion cropped and shortened
Their security our own reward

What if we spoke our true thoughts
We expressed our hearts true meanings
Would that shatter illusions clung to?
Kill the dreams that we've been dreaming?