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Apr 2019
Every night,
Her pillows get soaked
From the stream of tears
Flowing down her cheeks
Loudly, she weeps
As she feels the pain deep
Deep in her soul
A huge hollow
Resides inside of her
A void she couldn't fill
She tries hard to encourage herself
But all the encouragement
gets trapped in the black hole
on the inside of her
She comes out during the day,
Smiling and laughing hard
But no one knows
what her nights look like.
I wrote this to be published in a chapbook. Hope this piece is selected
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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