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I write about the things, that are hidden and raw, the things we don’t say, the pain and the gore, the feelings we hide, that makes us look weak, happiness lost, when answers we seek, a manly of men, all big and strong, why should all my feelings, be hidden and wrong, I’ve been through some , I’ve struggled it’s true, a story by me, or possibly you, it’s ok to talk, when you’re feeling low, bottle it up, and this  will grow, and eat and devour, pull you apart, finding a friend, and talkings a start, don’t be ashamed, of speaking out loud, asking for help, you should be proud, there’s so many words, that’s so hard to say, like help or I need you, once or twice a day, I write all this down, with hope and some strength, this is my passion, words and heart shared in length, im happy to share, I’m happy to write, I’m happy to help, you all with this fight. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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