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by Write Eye

I feel it as I walk as I talk as I breath, This uncontrollable feature which lies deep within me.

I wish it would leave allowing my soul once to be free, This unbearable hold it has is slowly killing me.

It is with me when no other dares,
It will not leave even with my prayers.
I banish it to a far away place,
But still it stay writing its message all over my face.
The words that I hate to show the feelings that I do not wish to share,
Are held in view of those who are breathing my air.

Its volition is worse than that of an unprovoked attack, Its meaning is to which I turn my back.

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