I'm too tired to go on, yet I have to. I'm too weary to take another step, yet I have to. I'm too exhausted to even want to, yet I have to. I don't want to put on a smile, yet I still glue one on in the morning. I don't want to laugh, yet I swallow my feelings and force one. I don't want to be happy, yet I still push those memories aside and move forward with a bounce in my step. After all, maybe someone will like my act.
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
