Is it better not to whisper that which life kept unsaid?
To tremble with not one, but many ounces of regret
An ounce for fear, love, joy, and those put to eternal bed
But if ounces are ounces, time is now for words to be said.
Words:
NO I AM STRONG. I AM BUT ME
And to fear, love or revel in the joy of bed
is to accept that which cannot be
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