They run deep and are not not often seen.
They a the residual effects of trauma and suffering.
They anxious feelings of fear.
They are quiet dry tears.
They they are the lingering night terrors of unsreolved conflicts.
They cold stares and plastic smiles.
They are the unanswered cries for help.
They are tucked away nice and neat.
They are painful and they run deep.
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