Subdued
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What can we do when the world is jumbled social media has control but it has a scattered soul.
While we muddled over scraps of information scraped off corporate backs.
I'm trying.
Honestly, I am!
I know it's not enough, but look-
I'm doing all I can.
I woke up in the morning,
and I tried to think of you.
Hungry for help,
Yet mute in fear of misjudgment,
I store my confessions in vaults.
Gated and guarded,
My secrets are sheltered in silence;
A lone and cumbersome collection.
