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Feb 2011
Constantly battling with my insecurities
Yet they always seem to get the best of me
I'm treading the water in a pool of self doubt
Slowly I'm drowning as I pray for a drought
Every day that I awake, I'm taunted with reality
Afraid to admit the toll it has on me
So I gather my pieces and patch up my heart
To be held together with lies is better than to fall apart
I hide all emotion and paint on a smile
Too afraid to face myself, I take refuge in denial
Meka Boyle
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