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Oh but Alas
We must keep our tears quiet
The wounds covered
Our mouths sewn closed
So every syllable unspoken
Soaked in sadness
Can wait in a box
Within our souls
In the peace it deserves
Only to be taken out in our dreary darkness
And coddled by the possessor
Unknown to the world
For its desolate & ugly nature
Is what keeps our loneliness company
No other
Those who beg to see it
Are the same who will add to it
So we keep it close,
Guarded
After all they rip from us
It will still be waiting
To be held once more
And given a new home,
A bigger box
Each time
Until finally there is nothing left
No hope surrounding
Its presence
Just an emptiness
Ironic in its weight & burden!

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