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Jul 2016
they cry
I comfort them
they weep
I wipe their tears
they get better
I let them

I hide my tears
they think I'm healing
I show them a smile
they think it's real
I laugh out loud
they think I'm moving on

I'm not
I'm dying
my soul is crying
my flash is longing
longing for your touch
for his words

"I love you baby"
innocentia
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innocentia  bronkhorspruit
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