9:28 p.m.

December 12, 2017

Struggling Smile

Through Hollow Cheeks

And Cracked Lips

She Whispers

I'll Be Alright

Bags Under Her Eyes

Cuts All Up Her Thighs

No One Ever Told Her It's

Okay To

Cry.

-c.a.

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