Everywhere
I see people
people in every lighted room
 behind closed curtains
some crying themselves to sleep
some wishing the day would be over soon
some between holding on to the edge and giving up
between confessing and loving in secret
some fighting back the tears
some in the church begging pardon
some choosing to ignore the pain and letting it consume
everywhere,
people with emotions,
people with sadness,
people fighting battles,
hoping someone would find them
And tell them they are worth everything.

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