Nor Was It Sought
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Through whatever pain that is there I bear,
Unshown...
I do.
Without a need to be dared.
Or cloaking any hurt I may feel.
Keeping dramatics to myself,
I step!
That has become my reality.
I was not the one blessed,
With an appearance...
That accepted empathy!
Nor was it sought.
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