she wishes she could go back to when being kind didn't mean getting stepped on by everyone.
she wishes she could go back to the time where making others happy before herself was not a priority.
but now every time she's alone she's crying yet when she's in a room with people she knows she's smiling.
she doesn't want her sadness to bother anyone but she'd be the first to catch someone falling.
maybe she just needs to grow up.
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//nighttime discoveries:emotional exhaustion sucks//
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Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
