Under pressure, I keep it to myself
Under torture, I still keep silent
I try to speak up but I still listen
I do not want to argue
I want to calm down
I take my own space
my own time
Trying to figure out what is right and wrong
I fix myself before I am too broken
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one choice and step at a time
reflect when given the chance
to insure, our next decisions
take us closer, towards that person
we want to become..
(great message, thanks for sharing)
Thank you so much
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