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The Pillow
Copyright Anonymous
The girl's salty wet tears stain the pure white pillow below her
She feels utterly alone, cast aside, forgotten and afraid
The pillow turns grey while the tears do not show any signs of ceasing
The sobs continue, uncontrollably and forcibly
She is estranged by doubt, surrounded by criticism
The constant shouts have made her deaf
Her worries and seperate emotions fighting a constant battle, have left her numb
Her hands have become bloody and worn by the repetitive act of reaching out... only to be slapped back down
The rest of her body aches of gloomy days and sleepless nights
Her head throbs and she can not find the time to breath between the heart-wrenching tears
She glances once more at the pillow again
Which has not become hopelessly black.
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