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Hold on
She stumbled out the doctors rooms
An awkward smile on her face
The corridor echoing the tap of her heels
The same shitty flower painting
hanging after every second door
The lift opened with perfect timing
Confronted with those fucking mirrors
forced to stare back at yourself
Gotta keep moving
Can't loose balance
Still smiling
She caught a tear
Should she suffer is silence?
Or should she tell of her pain?
It's almost time for the crows to feast
An awkward smile on her face
The corridor echoing the tap of her heels
The same shitty flower painting
hanging after every second door
The lift opened with perfect timing
Confronted with those fucking mirrors
forced to stare back at yourself
Gotta keep moving
Can't loose balance
Still smiling
She caught a tear
Should she suffer is silence?
Or should she tell of her pain?
It's almost time for the crows to feast
Published 25th Jul 2018
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25th Jul 2018 12:47pm
26th Nov 2018 2:13am
It's easier for me to suffer in silence. When trying to unburden, I'm misunderstood. If not that, then I am just depressed or complain too much, or looking for attention. So it's easier to catch the tear and keep moving. Thank you for writing!
