They tell me I'm perfect,
Yet Im still on the carousel of a tornado.
They ask me if Im crying.
I tell them yes,
but by the time they already left.
Feeling Isolated is something I shouldn't feel,
Because what I deserve to feel is the warmth of life.
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Words By An Unknown Girl
Poesía《 Words written by a quite, unknown, puzzled girl with a lot of things to say.. 》 Self-Written, Trigger warning...
