Is it me?
There are bags under her eyes
Her eyes are swollen and red
She cried herself to sleep
I see her, she is below
I am above
She squints to hide the pain
I do nothing to help her
She goes on with her day
I float above
I like to write, I don't like to talk, but I don't wish I was mute because I lost my voice for a week once and it really sucked, I mean really.
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