Hearts can hurt like heavy faith,
With tiding such as these,
When no one sees behind the curtain,
Though there's a crowd to please.
Lungs can breathe in smothered breaths,
Along side a tired sigh,
And sometimes the sweetest thought,
Is that of laying down to die.
But then there is that moment,
When no one has the strength to speak,
And for a moment there's a way,
To break down and be weak.
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Submission Name: When on the Downside
