“And when I look at my hands writing down the
things I wish I can say to people,
I can’t help but to feel pathetic.
All the pity goes to myself.”
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PoesiaSometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
poetically pathetic
“And when I look at my hands writing down the
things I wish I can say to people,
I can’t help but to feel pathetic.
All the pity goes to myself.”
