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May 2015
The dam.
It holds back the tears,
The memories.
It prevents me from thinking
About those things,
The things I tried to hide.
The times that I felt like I was
Nothing.
But the dam won't stay up forever,
Because when the flood comes,
Everything
Will come rushing back to me.
Written by
Olivia Grace  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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