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Mar 23
We're all acting fine
until you're lying in bed
The lights are out

you give yourself break
There's no one's there
to see you anyway

A blanket over your head
a pillow hugged to your chest
As the years start to fall

A hand put to muffle the sobs
Until sleep takes over you
those years dry themselves

You wake up to tommorow
only to wait till night comes
And cry yourself to sleep again
Quarantine ain't doing me any good
Written by
yv  17/F/in search of a dream
(17/F/in search of a dream)   
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