It started out just at night, when it was dark and no one would see. Letting the tears fall silently onto my pillow.
Then spread to when I was at home.
I notice things that I wouldn't have before. Like mommy's little eye roll and scoff.
Now the infection has taken over all of my time, day and night. I have learned to fake the smiles and act happy.
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A Little Poetry
شِعرJust a little poetry that I wrote in the darkness of my room WARNING This will most likely be depressing Sorry
