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Hiding Behind The Stitches

The Stitches that hold me together
Are getting ready to break
I’m not sure how much more I can take

Despair
Everything I do is wrong
How many more times will my life play this God awful song

The Ribbons
That hold the tear
Are straining under the weight they bear

I’m tired
Of silently carrying this load
My heart is going to explode

My Friends, My Family
My feelings I don’t dare
But here, with an unknown audience, I share

I know I shouldn’t
Bottle the Pain and Hurt away
I always think I’ll deal with it later, someday

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