These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
For surely they’re well hidden there
Deep in the fog of denial
Still you love
Still
My hair is a tossed mess
Guilt tangles my tongue and stays my hands
We all have secrets behind locked doors in our minds
But still you are loved
Still
September 23, 2025
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