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Sep 2018
I'm good at hiding things
Better than a wife hiding her ring
I should tell the truth
I am ruining my youth
I bottle everything I feel inside
I can't take it anymore
No matter how much I tried
I cried myself at night
I wept until I was sore
I couldn't even crawl back to the shore
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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       April Jean, emnabee, Keith Wilson and Medusa
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