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Through all that I've experienced, I've managed to keep sane.
How?
I am not sure.
For a lot has been held within.
Had to be the strong one.
Put aside my thoughts and I hid my emotions...
as best as I could...
that's all I could do...
try my best...
even though my best appears to not have been enough.
I put myself on the line
Poured out all of my strength
and I fed it to you...
Quenched your thirst and satisfied your hunger
and yet I was left out to hang dry
yearning for what never came...
A touch, a hug, a word...
You.

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