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I know how he feels. I'm fine.
It's deep in the past for me.
James is a good kid.
He's joking around and talking
About trivial things, just
To give his mind rest.
But his face is red.
That's what you do;
You try to be normal.
Then you feel ridiculous,
And like hell for acting like
Anything in your life matters.
You can see the cry in his eyes,
Just biding its time.

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Rax said…
word-pictures ready to burst with pent up emotion. good write.

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