Bottled up inside
were the words
she never said
the love
the passion
no longer wanted
the pain
the guilt
that always gnawed
the lines
the poems
no one ever read
the memories
the ghosts
that forever haunted
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All of it, bottled inside,
inside, she let them hide
bubbling and simmering
a hot molten lava
devouring her
waiting to erupt……
Ripples N Reflections 
Let them remained bottled….
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Hmmm…… Not always possible for everyone!
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Hmmm….that is true….regards….
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The lava will melt her insides if her feelings remain bottled!!
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no issues…..let her experience it….
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Wow! You don’t mince words! You really think this suffering is needed!?😌
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…to make a person stronger….with the background …not so favourable….
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Aruna, good depiction of real life 🙂
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