Tears dig a jagged path down her face
Clawing a wet trail in it's wake
No one sees past her mask of false comforts
Full of empty
Glassy eyed smiles
Not until it's too late.
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PoetryHer mouth opened and words poured forth like so much torrential rain. Completed
