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Inside
I hide beneath the lies
From any that have pried
I just keep it all inside
From ones that have tried

It feels like I've died
Like a drought I'm dried
I'm so tired of this ride
Lost in a shifting tide

It is affecting my stride
And soon too, my pride
No one sees my side
Strange looks, I get eyed

In no one can I confide
This has grown so wide
Maybe time I can bide
Until it's gone and flied
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