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People will say goodbye

Who knows when it’ll be their last

They will hide their pain behind a simple “hi”

Behind closed doors they’re a mess

Crying alone at night

Hiding the pain so they are thought of less

Acting fine to not be a sore sight 

But it just gets worse and they ache and ache

They bottle up their feelings 

Eventually they break

You never know how others might feel

Don’t be the one tips the glass over

It may not seem like a big deal

But behind closed doors

They might already be gone

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