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Dec 2014
It's a physical pain.
They laughed at her feelings,
Letting other people read her love out loud
Before you lit it to a fire.
Hidden in the crowd laughing,
But stuck as a shadow because
She is speechless by your sight.
Tears of fire, tears of wrath
Sadness eternal, a lonely path.
She told herself things
She never spoke out.
But now they're exposed
They're a frostfall of doubt.
annvelope
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annvelope  Stockholm
(Stockholm)   
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