Sunday, February 2, 2025

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Her eyes are too big 
To see through me 
The depth in their sadness
Flowing with dispar
She’s smiling and laughing 
And carrying on 
But, I’m not sure 
She’s actually there 

Her skin is too soft
To feel nothing 
The escape in her scares 
Way too fair 
She acts like she’s never 
Seen trauma 
But in her heart it’s 
A different affair 

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