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Cry

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Locked in
your
room
in
the corner,
where no one
can hear you weeping,

in the rain
cold wet like
the small drops of water
flowing down your face,

Sometimes it’s
unfair
being afraid,
having no place to be
alone and
nowhere
so
people
can’t
see you
crying.





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