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Sunday, June 9, 2024
The worst of her pain
Lies hidden away
In broken pieces
She’s unable to grasp
So often she was told
That her grief would pass
If she stood tall and strong
It couldn’t possibly last
Sadly she knows now
That words evoke lies
Does she blame a voice
Should she even try
After so many tears
She’s perfected a mask
To conceal a face
No longer recognized
Her reflection, a betrayal
Of a tortured soul
She counts the days
But sadly she knows
The time doesn’t always
Work as they say
Wounds don't heal
Quite, so easily
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