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Jul 2015
I hide it in my smile,
By the way I talk.
My words can hide the pain.
Not my eyes...
Never my eyes,
They have seen too much,
The anger,
Hate,
What destroys me.

Don't worry about me.
You may understand,
But never say you know me--
You don't,
No one can.
I hate when he worries about me
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
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