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Lost Self

With every passing day reminding yourself that all of this pain is temporary.

Every passing moment trying to convince that fragile heart to be fierce.

In all those seconds between trying to control those tears saying its just bad timing not a bad life.

Escaping reality.

Moving away, seeing it.

Trying to stay as happy as possible.

And somehow doing it!

That's not easy at all.

I know it seems to be.

But it isn't.

And at the end of the day when those eyes shut down in that pure darkness…they fall, those tears fall; you cry a river…for all that once lost.

That lost self.

Crying as never before.

-Samreen