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A person who can endure pain or hardship Without showing their feelings or complaining, Yep That is me, Stiff upper lip and a face of stone, I will not betray the pain inside, But what no one seems to remember, Not even the stoics themselves, Is that not showing and not feeling Are not the same, Not the same at all, And although my face and tone Deny the truth The fact is I ****** HURT! My heart and my soul Are curled in a bleeding Ball in an obscure corner, Out of sight of the world, If only they were out of my ****** mind!
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
Stoic
A person who can endure pain or hardship Without showing their feelings or complaining, Yep That is me, Stiff upper lip and a face of stone, I will not betray the pain inside, But what no one seems to remember, Not even the stoics themselves, Is that not showing and not feeling Are not the same, Not the same at all, And although my face and tone Deny the truth The fact is I ****** HURT! My heart and my soul Are curled in a bleeding Ball in an obscure corner, Out of sight of the world, If only they were out of my ****** mind!
jamesb
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
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