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I did it.
I let my walls down, ever so slightly
And unleashed a flood.
The rush, the vulnerability, the shock.
I didn't think I could.
I was scared, my pain is my weakness.
But I am not ashamed.
I am exhausted, but I am relieved.
Who would've thought,
It isn't so heavy if
Someone helps.
The pain is my strength.
Cry on my shoulder,
Has a whole new meaning now.
This poem is about:
Me