The True Me

December 16, 2011
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Pain comes from a place
that dwells so deep,
and through the cracks
tho it may seep.
Into the hearts of
those we love,
unable to fly; a broken dove.

To fake this happiness
a lie well hidden,
I only know,
The true me: Forbidden

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