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Jun 2018
The tears are there
They may not be seen
But they are there
But
I don’t allow
them to drip down my face
To tear at my mask
I don’t allow my Achilles heel to be exposed
in my eyes
Where
it becomes brutally apparent
and tears me apart
Instead
I will use it to make something beautiful
Anya
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Anya  F
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