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Nobody's bleeding
Nobody's bleeding,
But everybody's hurting,
It's a hidden sickness
That we refuse to accept,
An actor’s part,
Theatrical gestures
Our initial response.
We refuse to believe.
They must be faking,
Raking in the sympathy.
A perfectly played role,
A smile betrays them
As the blind decry them,
It's no broken bone...
Friday 16th February 2024 1:48 pm
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