When by Alanis Smith

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Nov 2018

When

My eyes cry rivers,
My pillow is stained wet with tears,
My mind is bullied with negative thoughts,
And my heart aches for what used to be,
All I ask is,
When does the pain stop?

Written by

Alanis Smith 17/F

(17/F)

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