Poem Entry #1

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Pillow

In the middle of the night

The words are unending in my mind

All I know is to cry

It's my pillow that comfort me all the time

The room was filled of sobbing

But my cushion is there to give me a hug

I told my pain and it's listening

It's not just a thing but my everything

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