she doesn't understand herself
she wishes she did,
sometimes she's happy,
but most of the times
she's not.
sometimes she wishes
that she could disappear
she's not important
she's just there.
and people don't even think of her
she's just someone's second option
sometimes she feels so alone,
and sadness takes over,
and she locks herself in a room
and cries an ocean.
a.e
YOU ARE READING
I ranted here
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