end of the day
Her eyes hide so much pain even then, nobody noticed it by the end of the day. Her smile hides so many tears, every drop falling everyday, even then nobody notices it by the end of the day Her hands move too much to wipe her tears everyday, but who will ever notice? because that is what she does by every end of the day. What if it stops falling? what if there are no tears left? what if she stills herself? will anybody ever notice, by the end of the day?
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