Why do my words fall

So carelessly, all

I want is to speak with grace

And discretion. But my tongue’s in a race

To prove I’ve no control over me,

To reveal to all, let them see

My tendency toward indecency,

To say whatever comes to mind,

Ignore all consequence, ‘til I find

I’ve pushed everyone I love away.

Is authenticity worth it, come what may?

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