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holding everything together
a woman with small, skinny arms
fighting just to keep what she has with her.
something could fall along the way,
and she would not have time to go back for it.
a weak little woman, burdens weighing her down.
a weak little woman, no one notices her frown.
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Conversations With Myself
PoetryWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
