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Fine.

April 8, 2016
By Anonymous

Tears.
Wiping, crying, hiding,
the silent drops that roll down my face.
lying,
about to heaviness in my eyes.
Sadness.
The sadness that consumes me
mingles with bitterness.
a seed, which you have nourished.
I do not know how to feel,
while the hurricane spins in our lives and you say,
"Everything is fine."
It is not fine.
I reply as the storm drowns my heart,
"I am fine."
I am not fine.
I.
AM.
NOT.
FINE.



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