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Mar 2020
The tears roll down her face,
Slowly at first,
Trickling faster as she fills her mind with all those thoughts;
The ones that made her feel so worthless,
So tired,
So helpless,
So sad,
Yet so... so familiar.
She drowns in the feeling,
Bathes in it
So long that the tears are now cold,
Dripping at the bottom of her chin.
You are not worthless
TheBlueOne
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