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and so.

I realized that I hold myself together when I cry.
when you try to hug me I push you away
because I'm afraid that when I reach for you
everything I'm holding back
will fall no matter how hard you try.

(and no, i'm not crying or sad, I just realized it.)

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itgetsbetter said…
I truly love the poet in you.
I also love the strong independant soul. BUT let people help you. It's scary, but you deserve it, and we love you very much.
October 4, 2009 at 7:47 PM
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