She says she’s happy. Long hours
Pass obsessing on others and what
They think. All the while a small voice
Deep inside reminds her of events
Desperately trying to be forgotten.
Memories time doesn’t smooth.
Continue looking outward where the
Answers aren’t. Seek solace in attention
From anyone and comfort from mistaken
Sympathy. When the world is about others,
It isn’t about you.
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