Secrets get out
Friendships wear thin
Confide in one person
all of your sins
Crying from chest
Searching for air
Past makes mess
life rarely fair
Turn to yourself
Yet no reflection
You look outward
weary interactions
Tears are tiny mirrors
Little wet regrets
accept the glimmer
Confess don't deflect
Cut yourself off
You are out of reach
slowly go soft
life's peachy
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