most people who know me,
don't know me,
but rather of me.
they know of
the happiness,
the smile,
the laughter,
the jokes,
that linger in the sun,
caught in the moment.
but they don't know
the heartache,
the sadness,
the tears,
the sobs,
that are all lost in the dark,
and rarely see the light of day.
they probably never will know,
because i don't want them to.
as i don't need another
exploitable weakness.
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Poetry" stories to hopefully make you feel some way with no backstory and no one with a name " " marked with ° if they are personal " ; lowercase intended 开始!
