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Jan 2019
After the pain is less noticeable,
after the teardrop count lessens,
after the hurt becomes a dull ring
instead of a blaring siren,
you're left in a dreary state,
a frame of mind where
you're not bothered
by the same sadness
you're just wandering,
solemn, emotionless, and
numb.
Written by
dc  21/F
(21/F)   
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       Aly, Lily, Colten Sorrells, Perry and Don Francisco Luis
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