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Jun 2018
She
She puts a smile on her face every morning,
to make peoples day,
She typed laughing emojis when its very much killing her inside,
She, the one people see who is always cheerful,
is the one who always cries quietly at night,
afraid to wake her peacefully sleeping sister,
She, the one who has beautiful dreams,
the dreams she think would never happen,
She always stare out the window,
music in her ears,
the cloud cries with her,
trying to blow away the overthinks,
seats she wished that weren’t empty,
remain unoccupied,
she doesn’t understand the lonesome she felt,
she just wants a shoulder to cry on,
but it’s her pillow that was soaked,
as she felt no one is listening,
so she stopped trying to talk,
doing what she do best,
bottling everything up.
Written by
aleya ridzuan
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