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All of us have
hurts we keep.
All of us have
wounds so deep.

Things we never
tell nor show.
Things we hide,
no one knows.

The pain inside
we try to conceal.
We tell ourselves,
"No, it's not real."

The only way
to escape
is to fight it,
face it straight.

It'll be hard,
but still fight.
It's not easy,
but it's right.

To move forward
is the goal.
Just move, until
you are whole.



Xo,
L.