Easy Enough.

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Easy Enough.

I bury myself deeper and deeper,
Although i know this could trigger my fears.
For now it holds back all the tears.
Your face still flutters around in my mind.
But i keep it confined.
Sure, i miss you.
But id never admit it your face.
I'm finally walking at a normal pace.
You cant ruin this for me.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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