Tears slide down her cheeks,
Quivering lips refuse to repress the sobs that follow,
She wants to appear strong,
No longer to carry this burden upon her brittle back.
Slithers of strain creep through.
Her will breaking,
Efforts suffering,
Psychological effects of a true disaster
Reveal themselves as
Defects that ride on the surface.
Feed off her happiness as
Kings of passed summers have
Deserted once again.
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