I miss me.
The old me,
The happy me,
The bright me,
The smiling me,
The laughing me,
The gone me.
I miss not having to hide all these emotions behind my smile,
having to make it look like I'm still happy.
Like I'm not hiding anything.
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The Side We Can't See
PoetryThis book is about depression, cutting, suicide, and feeling alone if you do not like those things or are sensitive to those subjects DON'T read! ****TRIGGER WARNING**** It might be a little to dark or "emo" for you but I am sorry I need to get t...
