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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

stifle, try to

and the feelings that i try to repress
only grow with the pressure with which i depress
and although i try my hardest to compress
the feelings that spill from my chest
they always fight back and take the very best
of me
Posted by Mary Santos at 11.3.09

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