As Days bled into years,
As Her Tears began to Dry
Her Reflection
It was lost
She walked into the Cafe
But no one noticed her.
Was It the Invisible Scars that
Filled her up?
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
