Quick To Keep It Quiet


Pain and suffer.
It leads to nothing,
Except for life to be rougher.
But it's something.
Gasps for air.
Tragic I tell,
You don't know what's going on.
Slowly I fell.
Slowly dying but no knows.
It's a secret that can't be told.
Now reaching my own all time lows
It's all now old.
Most can withstand.
So alone here I try to understand.

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