No I'm okay I'm perfectly fine,
She says with perfect sublime,
And whispers to herself, "Though I'm dying on the inside."
No one ever notices or asks why.
Because no one would ever see her cry.
She sits alone never knowing
Why the wind is constantly blowing,
In another direction away from her.
Dark thoughts always trying to lure
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What Does It Mean?
ПоэзияThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.
