facing demons

every soul's pain is unique to the other
and we do not wish to sob when they smother
fearing we shall never overcome if we do so
further do not want to let our self to know
how weak we are
and that hopelessnesses shadow
but allow me to beg for an excuse
to realize an another's agony
when his pain is his own
tonight i can wail my heart off till dawn

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