No one likes to cry, especially in public
Shamed to thinking its weak
It makes one incompetent
Insufficient
Inferior
But why?
Ever since birth it's been a sign that you're alive
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Sometimes we attempt to hide our pain
Cuz no one cares except if you're pretty or dying
But it all accumulated and it was so hard to contain
Time and time again
And so a small event is just enough to crack
YOU ARE READING
Distant
Puisijust short poems about stuff Was previously Bliss, I got bored of the title
