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Aug 2016
My love was not completely fulfilled
My confidence is just a mask,
I try to speak; no words come out.
I deny emotions and the pain they bring.
I protect myself, no matter the cost.
I smile hoping that it will stop.
My Wonderland is inside my head
But, darling this is not Wonderland,
And I am not Alice.
Iā€™m a grenade. I will explode.
I long for the day to say:
ā€œI too was once a tragedy.ā€

ā€“ Protecting Myself from Emotions // F.C.
This poem is being published in the Eber & Wein poetry novel called "Where the Mind Dwells"
The Bleak Poet
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The Bleak Poet  23/F/Wonderland
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