I will put in this small box, a secret, yet unknown
the sound of happiness and laughter, so close but faint
the taste of salty tears running down my cheeks
time passing by so slow that it seems the day will never end this pain
the touch of darkness, blind but present
and the feeling of lonliness that will always be concealed

Cynthia Sok

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