Typing fingers
hold back greif
backspace it lingers
to past beliefs
Answering phones
flashbacks subside
feel it in my bones
a smile, i override
We say our goodbyes
whirlwind of repression
A smile of disguise
a secret depression
Freeway traffic
past in the passenger seat
Still photographic
slam on the concrete.
Another day at work
push away the hurt.
-Caeli McKamey
Caeli's Words 
Poignant, speaks of the lies we receive and tell ourselves so clearly.
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We do what we have to in order to survive.
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Absolutely so.
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