How I fretted
Oh, how I did not know
That the burden would not be so heavy
That I would not be able to let go
It has only been two months' time
And the memories will soon wane
But perhaps I am left with a souvenir
A pleasantry from a time of pain
This clandestine hope of mine
This wishing that I am forced to hide
Choices criticized but I will not sway
It's a secret I will keep with a swell of pride
It's a secret that will stay
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