An Untitled Poem:
Tears fall down my face like rain
I'm sick of hiding all the pain
That I feel and I see in the mirror when I look
No matter how hard I try my face is an open book
Tears fall down my face like rain
It's getting harder and harder to hide the pain
There's no use anymore in trying to hide
Everyone tells me it can't rain all the time
Nighttime writing
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