Posin falls from my tongue and says, “Okay.”
Posin falls from my tongue and says, “Thank you.”
Posin rolls off my tongue and says, “I'm alright.”
But
A tear of truth rolls down my face and whispers, “Help.”
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Author:
A.N. (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2026 13:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
We often speak words not meant and well worded in this case
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