Doubt of Pain

March 13, 2019

I am told that I should be fine.

So I am fine.

I bury, bury, bury until I can't go deeper.

I am fine.

I ask for help but receive guilt.

I am fine.

My stomach closes in with anxiety.

Yet I am still fine.

I will always be fine.

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