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Jan 30
If you held my hand
If you felt my skin
Would you understand
Could you let me in

I never know when I’m down
You can smell my brain
Those people living underground
They still feel the pain
That’s why I cry with no sound
My tears would be in vain.

I capture my emotion
And pocket it for later

My pockets are close to bursting
Please take me somewhere safer

My irrelevance is relevant
My patience sedimentary
My soul now benevolent
My heart beats solidarity

I use caution in portions and divide it to share
This feeling of nausea is too to much to bare
We are emotional soldiers and a war we declare
Connecting with our brothers breathe your pain in the air.
Written by
Nexus  25/M/UK
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