Softy Break

Listen close 

Soft cries they hold

A certain ounce of grace


Hiding away the little things

Which would alert the others


The slightly broken just go on,

Continue their little shuffle


Always do they know and yet

Others fail to see it


Their little fissures, they always

Grow far beyond the first


People who bit their tongue 

For far too long to stay quiet


Now they start to see too late

That their hopes to save others

Their hopes to save others 

From troubling themselves

Is what has made them break and fade


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