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May 2016
Head tilting up slowly
to face the mirror,
to face the music.

Eyes wet and bloodshot
from the tears,
swollen from sadness.

Heart aching,
for no reason at all
except that is what it feels
like it should do.

Mind clouded by insecurity,
by doubt, by stress,
by fear.

And who the hell knows why?
Monica
Written by
Monica  Garwood
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