I don't know why my mind decided to send me a smile -
it fades as quickly as the immediate sunrise.
In the end,
I'm still the girl with missing peers.
In the end,
I will never be the remorse of those
that were quite hurtful.
In the end,
the moon will shine upon a lonely, little face.
It's hard to avoid falling into the pain of sadness.
Some of these human minds out here
will never even begin to understand
how difficult it is
to pull yourself from an abyss,
filled with woe and a thick despair.
In the end,
Loneliness is there.
Pain is there.
Hurt is there.
My heart has drowned underwater,
where no one will discover
the disintegrating poison of emotion.
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