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Every Day After

By , Trevor, WI
I did it.
I feel slightly different,
but things are virtually the same.
The thoughts torture me.
My head cries out in pain.
I cry in frustration.
There truly is no escape.
All this hurt is still inflicted on me.
And yet,
I still go through the motions,
The actions of my day
I get up
And paint a smile on my face
I put up my front.
Try to start the day off new.
No questions asked.
My answers not needed.
Simple.
This is what I live with
Everyday after.





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