laughing on the outside.
crying on the inside.
it's just me. what did you expect? my body was made, built, already established for this type of abombinal pain.
one day, the tears from inside might just spill out
but i'll keep laughing for good measures.laughing on the outside.
crying on the inside.
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𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
Thơ ca𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔. 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝒕𝒘: 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌.