She sits there,
drinking and eating.
She looks happy,
and she is dressed so beautifully
you would almost think
she is a model.
Something inside her is dying.
Something is screaming.
No….
something is not right.
She looks around
to compose herself,
but no-
the masks keep slipping.
No,
the tears won’t come.
She is drowning.
She wonders
how long
she has to endure
this heavy feeling.
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