QUIETLY DYING

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Smile, laughter.
Dancer, singer
Minister, writer

The outside that others see is just that
The outside.

Many times I have sat in rooms rocking, crying, full of pain.
The secrets of what happened.
I feel as though I am destined to spend my days where no one breaks the silence
So I am left quietly dying.

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Things I feel in my silent darkness.

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