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The Story of Grief - II

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by journeyoftheheart

by journeyoftheheart

She could see

he was trying to be strong.

She could see

he was trying to hold back the tears,

and plaster a fake smile on his face.

But she could also see

him slowly losing control.

Lips trembled,

eyes turned red,

shoulders shook,

and once the tears started falling,

they didn’t stop.

There was no hiding this pain.