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Feb 2019
The words boil up my throat,
But my lips hold them in tight.
My brain has conceded,
It is not worth the fight.
Salty tears fill my eyes,
As I hold back the pain.
I am filled with rage,
But my anger I must contain.
Some things deep in my heart,
Are just better left unsaid.
Despite how I feel,
I am going to bed.
Written by
Lauren Kocher  32/F/PA
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