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I am not strong

Yes, I can beat you in arm wresting and I can pick you up but I am not strong

I break with each step I take, trying to go further. 

I shake feeling as if the ground is breaking right under me

I cry as if there is no tomorrow

I scream like I'm being killed in the worse way

Yet,
these mean nothing to you 

Why?

Because, I force myself to be strong with you. I must make myself strong for you because you need me, you all need me. 

That is how it has always been, me forcing myself to be strong and you never seeing how weak I am

I plan to keep it this way

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