Call it...assessing the damage.
I like to catalog how big the bags under my eyes are...
the way the darkness spreads all the way around...
the frown lines...
the dry skin...
It's funny to think that one can see pain written all over the face,
the frown that can't truly be hidden with a smile.
The sadness in the eyes as they laugh,
It's always there, present.
The sadness never does go away. It is like a cloud that is perpetually above.
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