They're waiting
On the very edge
About to fall
But always find something to hold onto instead
Their patience isn't ending
Even though it should've died
As if they're eaten
Before ever being seen
Locked up
And can never be set free
They never look down
But without them
I always do
Cause they're inside me
Hidden
With all of the pain
That I need to get through
-Hana H. Barakat
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