Horrors found me when I was young.

They still hang from my heart, with weight over a ton.

Sadness and pain when my life had just begun.

Now, I wonder who am I?

Is it okay to still cry?

How much did my past effect myself?

How much longer can I manage at my current mental health?

How much longer can I keep my secrets hidden well beneath lies and stealth?

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