I read a poem from internet and it made me think why we fear to be what we really want to be. Why can’t we just say what we want to, be it good or bad. Why do we see wrongdoings, but never raise voice. Why do we try to be something we are not, just to be liked by people. Why the disguise of true self often times.
This quote/poem I just read is from a widow and it is about her agony. But it sure has the power to express, for good, saying what she is really going through, so honestly.
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