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In My Room
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July 2003 Poetry In my room,
I leave behind my spirit,
cover up the pain,
and put on a fake smile,
to face my day.
In my room,
I'm a totally different person,
than everyone else sees.
I cry, I feel I should die,
but outside,
I don't let it show.
In my room,
behind closed doors,
I slowly start to die.
And when I drift away,
I know I won't even cry.
~*~ Jill ~*~
