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From 11.1.2016

Rain falls in the shadow,
while everyone thought it was a sunny day.
They thought everything was in place,
ignorant to the broken pieces,
in the darkest corner of her hiding place.
Her smile was far from genuine after that day,
but no one knew the difference anyway.

Battling the tears,
rolling in her eyes,
she smiled and hugged the thorns,
as if everything was alright.

Blasting her loud speakers,
hoping the music was loud enough,
to deaden her cries,
to lessen her pain,
as if everything was alright.

She played Pricked,
all day and all night,
it was the only song that could,
fill up the holes of a Sunday morning,
pricked with thorns,
by a silent bygone
who knew nothing but her name.

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