Emotional Escapade

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If Iswallow my words

I cannot lie. 

If I hold back my tears

I cannot cry. 

I will not let go 

Of these emotions I hold,

But the weight on my shoulders 

Continues to grow.

So they slip through my fingers,

And into the ground.

Buried and hidden,

Hoping not to be found.

But I dig them up 

With a shovel and pail,

And arrange them on paper

Into a tale.

So that someone may see

That I am human,

And that I care about life

Unlike Harry Truman. 

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