Afraid to hold on.
Afraid to let go.

The art of concealment.
It is truly an art.

Mistakes, well they come naturally.
Misery, just the same.

Putting pen to paper is my outlet.
Otherwise I’m afraid of what will happen if I keep it inside.

Honey, if you broke it,
you have to be the one to fix it.
Lets see how it goes,
if it goes at all.

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