Hidden

A knock on the door,

I knew it was painful,

Laying on the floor,

The shadow falls upon me.

 

It was unbearable,

The way he told me,

A story so terrible,

I wish I wasn’t weary.

 

Day after day,

Night after night,

Unclear thoughts may,

Cross my mind as I flee.

 

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