That Day On that day, I swallowed hard, and I felt it go down. It went deep and I was able to think of other things. Much later, I felt it come up. And I held my tears. Tears of shame for what I allowed For what they heard For who I was, a small worm. On that day, I saw how acute and almost invisible I am. I swallowed hard, and I felt it go down. Soon, it came up. And I held my tears. They can't understand them, and I can only hope for better. I can only hope for better for my own children...
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