The album of memories lay
Beneath the blanket
Tears strained my face
synching with the soft rhythm of the rain
Fighting my conscience,
Torn between right and wrong, I was,
Lost in the humdrum of the inner demons.
You saw my frozen facade
But you failed to see the love and care that lay under,
You left me
Locked in a silent war
With anguish haunting the shadows within.

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