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Jan 2018
Scratched cheek,
Scarred arm,
No one noticed any harm.
Tired face,
Tear-stained eyes,
No one sees she never tries.
Second guessing.
She's never sure.
No one reaches out to her.
In need of help,
She never begs.
No one sees her shaky legs.
Hidden thoughts,
And dangerous lies,
No one saw her self demise.
She had been faithful.
She had never gone running.
No one even saw it coming.
Scratched cheek,
Scarred arm,
All too late, they saw the harm.
stephanie bergen
Written by
stephanie bergen  18/F/USA
(18/F/USA)   
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   Glassmuncher
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