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I listen
to slow songs,
At dances
I attend.
Trying
to hide the pain,
of a heart
that just won't mend.
Someone
help me stop it,
Oh how
my heart aches.
Every
time I see you,
A little
more of it breaks.
I hide
the hurt and sorrow,
Bottle
it up inside.
My heart
and soul are places,
Where
the pain resides.
I cover
up the feelings,
Of love
that I possess.
The love
will stay hidden,
Until
I can confess.
Patience
is a virtue,
I think
it a sin.
Because
I had it many times,
And got
my heart broken.
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