I keep seeing signs,
That I keep brushing aside.
They are pushed to where my feelings,
Are sent to wait, to hide.
I keep nodding at the messages,
Acknowledging they’re there,
But choosing not to process them,
For I can not yet bare,
To form any opinions,
Or make any decisions.
I know that somewhere along the line,
My heart will feel incisions.
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