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Sep 2014
There was no way I could make her happy. The only sympathy I could offer her was my shoulder.
A place where her black tears could dry on my collared shirt.
How could I numb her pain.
I couldn't tell her "this is not the right place" or "people are looking."
Feelings aren't meant to be bottled up inside I figured but relinquished like the make up leaking down on her cheek.
At that moment I had theΒ privilege of witnessing the uncovered human in her.
Christian Ek
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Christian Ek
     Pradip Chattopadhyay, Bra-Tee and ---
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