Waves
One wave.
Another wave.
Then another one.
Waves rolled continuously down her face.
When can this frightening storm stop?
How can it possibly be peaceful?
She's drowning inside slowly,
Killing her.
Her heart is breaking and shattering,
Turning into dust by every moment.
With all her strength she walks out,
Drags a smile on her face,
Fooling everyone she is merry.
Soon she will be no more,
But just a body stumbling around,
Heartless and careless.
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