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Apr 2018
We suffer.
Anger
Depression
Denial
Falling Apart.

We break like
glass
Shattering everywhere.
Yet we sit through
the pain.
Each and
Every
Day.

Rocking in the corner,
crying in the closet,
staring in the mirror,
watching
a frail reflection stare
back at us,
asking us,
why can't you do more?

Judging us.
But in the
end
it is only yourself.
Hurting,
raw,
and wounded.
Written by
doodle poodle
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