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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

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