The sad truth.

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    The sad truth.

    Even though I know I could, I have no courage to change.
    All the fears I've kept locked inside, keep me locked inside my own cage.

    Now that the years have passed I've seen the error of my ways. So I told her all of my secerets. It was really hard for me.
    With her eyes full of understanding, her love set me free.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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