Some feelings are perhaps meant to be hidden
Swallowed like a pill,
Resisted and forgotten.
Although the last thing you will do is forget
It be born just so it could be hid
Like a painting that cannot meet anyone's eyes
Or a melody that cannot fall on any ears.
Kept somewhere special.
Somewhere the sun does not shine and time does not exist.
A place even vacuums envy.
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