It follows you around,
Brings you up when you're feeling down.
It brings noise without sound,
It brings out an upside-down frown.
How can we really see?
We need to open our mouths and just breathe.
Can it really be?
Am I the only one being me?
Fuck being funny, I just want to be happy.
Fuck all the pretending and lies.
I just want to feel, without being strangled by half-truths.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PuisiThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
