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 Sep 2018 Fragile Soul
LostInFire
PAIN IS POURING OUT FROM MY HEART
AND FELL LIKE RAIN DROPS
.
MY TEARS ARE SO DRY
.
NOW I CAN'T EVEN CRY
NOR SMILE
 Jul 2018 Fragile Soul
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Apr 2018 Fragile Soul
LB Parker
If she is "fake"
then so am I
while she covers her face
with expensive concealer and mascara
I hide my pain
with long sleeves and cheap smiles
either way
nobody knows
what we truly look like
With love,
kelsey

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