Bedsheet, Rain, Mirror

Till morning nine to midnight

I am saying I am fine.
But my bed shit know

How much pain do I bear,

Cause it is the only Thing,

Who feels my tear;

And the rain

Who hears my pain;

And the mirror

Who sees me crying.

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