The River

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Tears streaming down her face
Like a river that never seemed to end
No one saw these tears
Not even the ones she held dear

"I'm fine."
"I'm okay."
Is what she always says
She hid them so well
She even started to believe the lies she told
The river then seemed to dry

Peaceful days rolled on by
She became happy and smiled once more
Not knowing that the demons lied
Waiting for her to drop her defenses

In that single moment of weakness
They devoured her
Having forgotten them she tried to run away
But they grabbed on too tight

The river then overflowed
With no one there and no escape
She drowned in her own river of sorrows

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