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Nov 2013
Society.
They force people how to behave.
I am cornered.
I am not able to speak.
I am not able to show how I feel.

The perks of being too strong.
No one care to ask if I am hurt.
And no one will believe that I am seriously wounded.
I cannot show to people that I am actually hurt; inside.

I have to be in a fine feather.
Always.
Written by
CYN  Heart. Mind. Soul. Body.
(Heart. Mind. Soul. Body.)   
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