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Pause your cries

By Anonymous, Marysville, MI

Hair blowing in the wind.

Sun beaming on my skin.

No clouds are above me.

Birds singing on a tree.

It’s beautiful and simple.

Like cheeks with a dimple.

Everything is right.

Not a bad thing in sight.

I spoke too soon.

Here comes the moon.

I wave goodbye to the sun.

For my nightmares have just begun.

But I am not asleep.

My thoughts are just deep.

They suffocate me.

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