Souls Leaving

January 5, 2019

The pains still there.

Rotting me, from the inside out,

but I can hide it so easy.

I hope you know what I'm talking about.

It's hard to feel, anything real.

When you pushed me out,

you didn't think it would kill.

Keep that smile they say,

I'm just grieving.

They didn't know,

when you left, part of me couldn't help but leaving.

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