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Hidden Times

You’ll never see the tears she cries

before she goes to sleep.

Her minds a-racing through every hell

That it’s created for itself.

The secrets she doesn’t tell,

She doesn’t know how to cope with-

(Besides all by herself).


Symptoms of these hidden times,

Where her body succumbs to her mind

Include the breakage of her sanity,

Earthquakes under blankets

caused by anxiety shakes.

Gasps of air between lungs

filled up by pain and great lakes.

And the overwhelming desire

to be given love and peace.


dh

12.01.22

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