The Days Pass Slow

The days pass slow,

One at a time.

No one can know

though I find myself changing my mind.

Do I tell them

Or do I keep it quiet.

My secret as precious as a gem

Addicting as a diet.

I need someone to tell

Or I will never be able to overcome.

It is something on which I constantly dwell.

Looked down upon by some.

It brings too much shame

No one will ever know.

No remorse for me to gain

As the days pass slow.

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