Loves
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The March On
Pretend I am alright,
act like I’m just fine.
Wonder if you see the battle march
in every step I stride.
Pretend I am alright,
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My Head Hurts
Filled with raucous noise
from more than just one voice,
symphonies blaring in my head
and they never seem to end.
My state is in the negatives
from the emotion that peruses me.