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Reserve

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I am drained
my passion is concealed
by an illusion of contentment
the smile on my face is agony
the very depths of my eyes are misplaced
and a flicker of feeling surfaces
and then grows faint
no one will ever know
my hurt
my grief
my affliction
because it’s hidden
underneath my reserve





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Jessica T. said...
Jun. 23, 2009 at 11:03 pm
I thinik this poem is awesome and really deep!!!
 
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