Someday it will all make sense. The tears, the pain,the broken smiles. Maybe one day we will be able to make sense of our depressed days and nights spent weeping and slicing into our already scarred skin. There will be a day when our feelings for that one person that we are dying to rid ourselves of will evaporate into thin air like they were never even there at all. On this day everyone whose been living day by day judging themselves, sinking further and further into the hole of insecurities will be able to wake up loving themselves and not cringe at photographs and reflections. Anyone whose been faking smiles, laughter for the sake of others will finally be able to see what real happiness feels like. That will be the day all of us become victorious.
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those nights
PoésieThese are for the people who know how to feel pain, and take it like its nothing.
