In one fleeting moment all that pain
comes rushing back in a stream of tears
and I choose to mask the pain rather
than embrace its ability to humble me
All because of the insecurity of being
exposed as vulnerable to life
as if this is something to only be
known and never shown
So I'm trapped in this bubble of
unexpression
stifled by the inability to be
satisfied
In the end we just crave forgiveness
for our inherent imperfections
that can never be granted
by anyone but yourself
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