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Sep 17
I write—
neither for name
nor for fame,

but to remain sane,
for I fear
I may go insane.

Too much hurt,
endless pain—
the heart can
only hold so much.

Words are my gateway
to release what I
hold inside.
Written by
Blue Sapphire
93
     Bardo, CE Uptain, Kalliope and Zeno
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