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The Unseen Fight
How can I fight what I cannot see?
Will this pain inside me always be?
Give me a mountain, that I can move,
And there my strength I can prove.
This pain is a foe without hands or feet
No physical hurt can match or meet
Surgery or stitches cannot repair
As my crying soul lays naked and bare
With a cup I would drain any sea
Such a small, simple task that wou...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 2:32 pm
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