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You claim we are extremely brave,

And yet we are forced to hide,

Maybe we aren't brave, only foolish,

I'm still trying to decide.

This is not as I expected,

So I find a haven in my mind,

A place that only I may know,

And she will never find.



Maybe my tears will change her mind,

Or atleast to a little to cleanse me,

For it feels so wrong to want all this,

And to keep it all within me.



And I know you will leave, as he did,

Though not with the same intentions,

This will be forced to end if we go on,

And will be brought to her attention.

So while I cry, please hold my hand,

It may not heal, but sooth,

At least I will be holding on,

And not be so confused.



Maybe my tears will make a difference,

Or atleast the start of one,

For I don't want to continue on afraid,

Of all that must be done.