Power
Six. That's how many days, then weeks, then months of power but now those six months have turned into six hours, six minutes, six seconds ago.
I've had people confide in me but still mine I won't show.
I think I'm ashamed?
Embarrassed?
Maybe just scared.
Scared that you will laugh at the pain I have shared.
Scared of regretting the vain I had spared.
Scared that if I hadn't you never would have cared.
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