Dense Poem by Brianna Carnegie

Dense



All the grief and anguish I hold in my chest brings new meaning to a heavy heart.
The pain is mine and mine alone; no one is entitled to it.

Most will never know of the illness in my head or the acid in my throat, and just because I carry it well, it is no less heavy.

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