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Struggle
Sometimes the fear of crying is bigger Therefore than the fear of dying. To walk around with pain inside, To try and hide from the lies -- It's not as easy as you think. Questions needing answers Are met by only silence, And the poetry, the words of need, Isn't enough to feed the emptiness inside. Struggling between wrong and right, A forever fight between those inside. To tell or not, I'll never know. If I should do and then let you see Of all the pain that's filling me, Would you be real, would you be right? Or would I be alone tonight?
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