What it is, I am not sure.
Do I want to know?
Part of me does; Part of me does not.
Pain, I push it down.
Wanting to ignore it, but cannot always.
So deal with what I have to.
Then rebury the rest.
This pattern repeats again and again.
Finally, I dig some up; the pain lessens.
It still bubbles and boils within me,
but with less intensity now.
Yet no matter, how much I dig it up,
it still is hot.
Some day, maybe it will congeal in the cold,
but when that day comes, I do not know.
Until then it bubbles and boils, and life goes on
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