Some nights she cries herself to sleep
Until she has no tears to weep
She puts on a smile
But feels the bile
"I've heard the whispers," she says
"I don't know if they're shared by the people or my demons,
But they are shared, they reach my ears
And they confirm my fears"
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Here We Go Again
PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"
