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I moan and I ache
sometimes I need to grip
my own hands as I
throw them back
I want to hear the sorrow
of my own groans
the remorse 
of my new sorrows
I moan and I break
but not down, never down
this burdened path
that welcomes me
sometimes I need to groan
and sigh
never do I 
ignore my urges
they mean something
move me, take me on
until I emerge
on the other side
and it makes me moan again