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Oct 2021
Her screams are silent
Terror fills her mind
Each day makes her fear the next

The doctors only make it worse
only agreeing to one thing
and none can fix it

Genetics made her special
and now it's becoming her downfall
Each day is worst than the last

No one can see the pain
nor will they ever notice how it affects her

She's a little liar
hiding her pain from the world
and not telling a soul what's going on


"I'm Fine."
the perfect lie
to make them stay away


She enters her prison once again
and isolation takes her
as she stands in the crowd
Writing of the Unknown
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