When I was young,
I've learned to speak quietly.
But as I grow old,
I've learned to cry quietly.
The same reason applies:
First, for them to not know what's going on.
Second, for them to don't bother anymore.
And third, for them to hide what's inside my heart that causes the pain.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
