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Some words are better unsaid

For all the years 

that have passed by

There's something persistent

A strange mixed feeling emanates

recalling what not

& whatever happened

whenever I sensed the same feeling

The anguish of betrayal

With all the discomfort

now warning myself 

To go with the flow

Nevertheless, why do I care

After all, that happened

But for all the cautions ever taken 

have always led me to that dilemma again!