Not everything we strive to hide can be concealed
The tighter we shove it, harder lid opens up
The darker we paint it, brighter picture gets
The stronger we cage it, more fiercely wings spread
The wilder we hold it, more sprightly stream flows
Severely we silence it, louder that little voice gets
Insanely we falsify it, truer that intuition turns
Ferociously we restrain it, more viciously emotions blaze
Nothing that we ever strive to hide can be concealed
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