Hidden tears falling steadily behind a curtain of memories,
never showing themselves for they are hiding in fear-filled
caverns, trembling, being pushed deeper inside.
Flattened on one side from all the pressure piled on through
years of pain and sorrow.
Open-ended tears, escape routes at either end, allowing them
to disperse into other parts of the body to be stored.
Fractured minds never allowed to cry, pushing deeper within,
hidden tears become dry and are pasted on pages of past
memories away from the feelings they portray.
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