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Rated: E · Poetry · Tragedy · #2225945

Facing within.

The sadness inside is piling,
miles high,
& I'm hiding
Underneath from all the grief,
Suffocating,
I'm dying.
Smiling face outside me,
so my sorrow is rather surprising.
Even to me,
for when I look deep,
The puddle I sit in is rising.

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