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Apr 25
So much pain locked within,                                                          ­                      
                                          ­                                                                
depriving me of oxygen                                                           ­                       
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Will I sink or will I swim?                                                            ­                   
                                                                ­                                  
  Sometimes  I want to give
in                                                               ­                                                                                                             ­                                                   
 I've taken the time to build walls                                                            ­                    
                                                                ­                                                        
as I try to contain it
all                                                              ­                                  
                                                                ­                                        
Sometimes it comes seeping out                                                              ­
                                                                ­                                                        
   like a scream or like a
shout                                                            ­                    
                                            ­                                                                 ­         
  I hold my breath, so no one sees                                                             ­ 
                                                               ­                                                   
the battle going on in me                                                               ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­            
Pray to the powers higher than
me                                                               ­         
                                                       ­                                                             
to help me deal properly                                                         ­             
                                                                ­                                                  
My careful facade is crumbling                                                        ­            
                                                    ­                                                    
exposing my vulnerability,                                                   ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­            
I wish to hold my head up high                                                             ­     
                                                           ­                                                   
watch me stumble as I try
#facade#pain#breathe
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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