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May 2013
I drown myself in my sorrows, but no one ever knows.
I smile to hide the pain, I laugh to hide the tears.
But behind closed doors, I am distraught.
Crying is my drug.
Cursing is my shield.
Lying is my sport.
Hiding is my thrill.
Written by
Effie  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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