words that slice into you like knives
and prickle your skin,
tears in your eyes
but you hide your pain with a smile
and hope they don't see the wounds they've left behind
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efflorescence
Poésie- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
iii.
words that slice into you like knives
and prickle your skin,
tears in your eyes
but you hide your pain with a smile
and hope they don't see the wounds they've left behind
