"She isn't an open book but a hidden map to a mystery. You can't read what goes on in her mind, the words are all messed up by the drops fallen from her eyes.
She still laugh and goes on with her day, smile at some strangers and enjoy with her friends but at times she forget how to feel.
Happiness, sadness, grief or relief, all seem like intersecting lines on a blank paper and she can't choose one.
She find emotions when she is surrounded by nothingness."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
