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Jocie Mar 2016
She has a new face everyday of the year
More scars, and fights off the tears

She cries herself to sleep,
remembering the time
When her father broke a wine bottle
over her mother's head

No one knows what She has been through
Don't just assume that she's happy,
her smile is painted on, her frown is carved into her soul
Jocie Mar 2016
it's dark in here

the sun is out

our days remain gloomy
Why is that?
  Mar 2016 Jocie
neko
as i’m lying down in the dewy midnight grass
i can’t help but notice
that the moon tonight makes me unbearably homesick for your eyes—

i see you in the way it glows
how it radiates with pureness and beauty
Jocie Mar 2016
When I'm dead,
will you notice I'm gone
When I'm here,
will you know that
I'm dead inside .  .  .

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