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The pains growing
On me
Like a new haircut
Framed with tears
Either side of my face
Pretty trails of water
Pillowed by my cheek
Salty.
You’re sweet to say that
I’m not listening
I don’t mean my smile
Be weary of my speech
I’m fine.
I’m okay.
There’s a siren inside of me
Can you hear it?
Silent screams behind
Smile smoke screens
The pain’s growing.
It’s growing in me.

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