There’s a story on my soul

A story that screams

Begs to get out

To be written down

I think on it

I plan to write it

So that other people can know it too

But there are measures that have to be taken

In order to write it

Measures that might cause pain

I’ve only told two people about the story on my soul

The one that screams

Begs to get out

To be written down

I talked about it

They thought it nice

I forgot about the story on my soul for the longest time I ever have

Then one of the two people asked me about it

I didn’t know what to say

And ever since then

I’ve been sad in still moments

I really ought to set the story on my soul free

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I don't know if I would call this quite poetry but it's not exactly an essay.