She sees the broken light in their eyes as it flickers like a street lamp on a broken winding road.
She hears the cracks in their facade as they can no longer fight.
She tastes their salty tears as they drip from their once rosy cheeks
She smells their hopes and dreams dwindle by every setting sun.
She feels the darkness creep onto their scarred faces.
She watches their slow suicide doing nothing to stop their meeting of fate and death.
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Just a Little Longer
PoesíaA perspective from a girl who hears the ones that cannot speak. They suffer in silence. Awaiting the light to finally spot them.
