I may be surrounded by people but that doesn't mean I talk to them like we use to. It's been weeks, I can still remember everything the fight, the pain, the regret. Nothing seems to help anymore. I don't talk much when I'm around my family and it's not like I have friends to talk to. You should know this already but I guess not..
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Dysphoria
PoetryJust another person who's quiet outside but screaming on the inside..
