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The Wounds Of...
The wounds of...
Those in secret and themselves bleed.
The wounds of,
People who in silence believe...
They must not,
Share their own griefs.
And choose to weep,
On their own.
All alone.
And...
There when others are in need.
To heal from...
Their own pains,
Inside and kept unseen.
To never...
Have them revealed.
Because they feel,
This is wrong!
And not strong,
To...
Share miseries to leave!
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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