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Nov 2014
As you pass through my mind for the millionth time today,
I try to keep my eyes open,
to appear normal and happy.

Though everyone can see through that as the colors around me start to blur.

Globs of black,
of white and blue,
green blurs as well.

Just as everything goes pitch black,
and I feel the streams falling over my cheeks...

And now everyone knows what I have known for a long time,
that the pain has become unbearable.
Ember Harrell
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Ember Harrell  USA
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