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by Omi Salavea

And though words are a treasure

To share with those that give comfort

Fire sparked with the flames words brew

And taunted by the things you wish you

knew.

The quiet things i share, to myself

My secrets and heart, the same

Why do you ask, why should i tell

of what solemn graces i had fell?

Though i speak with an open mind,

and openly epxress my hearts ambition,

There are some things you will never

know,

There are some things you have no right

to know.

(there are some things that people "friends" ask that make me feel uncomfortable. there are some things that only two people should know, and now i feel bad, because i felt i should confide in those that i call friend.

Shut the hell up.

Quit prying.

Quit pursing the subject.

Quit asking what im worried about.

Quit asking what im thinking about.

Why do you want to know?

I had something special, that i understood. Now open mouths and useless opinions help breed doubt, mistrust, the worlds opinions (thanks for sharing) and my own uncomfortable hell.

Stop.

If i want you to know something, ill tell you, freely.

Stop)

02/27/2002

Posted on 02/27/2002
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