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Dec 2019
Sometimes I wish you would hit me.
It would hurt less.
And I wouldn’t have to hide behind this smile;
I could cry and scream
And no one would disapprove.

But instead I stand behind my mask
And hold myself together through my pain.
I wait for the day when you will see
The bruises and the blood that are invisible to everyone but me.

17DEC2019
Written by
Kymie  32/F/Arkansas
(32/F/Arkansas)   
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