Poetry (words)

Tuesday 

I’m aware of things without being told, I watch situations unfold. Feeling the need to voice an opinion, but keeping clear and letting it go. When someone you know is being treated badly. You know their soul so you see through the bitterness that’s being heaped upon them. You want to be there to protect and guard, but life makes being there impossibly hard. 

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