Holding Things In

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2010 Poetry



Who knows what causes pain

so deep it causes blisters.

Covering my heart of rain,

using all my resistors.



Never showing what I feel,

keeping a happy outward sign.

Things I would try to conceal

always looking like I’m fine.



Is this the way I should live,

or should I share and give?


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