To all the things I never said out loud,
the ones I spent daydreaming about.
I put in a box and no one knows.
It’s in my chest and it’s always close.
It’s in the coffin I buried and nailed—
it’s the heavy breath I deeply exhale.
I do not know how it still follows me,
the regrets, the failed fantasies—
all of it will eventually die with me.
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