Every day, I wake up
I felt nothing but cope up
I meet and greet people normally
Yet deep down it's hard to carry
Everything seems fine
Until I stepped out the line
The line of happiness
And that of unending vagueness
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It is all in your Head (Prose and Poetry)
PoetryDon't you hate it when sadness kicks in for no reason? Well, Same. 1st poetry collection: Unsaid feelings
