I didn't want to be someone who cries like this.
So much beauty is trapped
So this is the hurting
It's a different kind of freedom.
Tamyka Bell
(Or maybe I did...)
I wanted to just be strong.
(Maybe I am.)
But my soul is weeping at the pain you feel
And it's hard,
But I guess it's meant to be.
Beneath the surface
Where no one can see,
And I want it to all be free.
And this is the joy,
And this is me.
09 August, 2004
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