And I've mastered the art of hiding so perfectly that even when my smile is broken and cracked on the sides and my eyes are filled with just enough tears to blur my vision and my nails are digging through my skin in my fisted hands making them bleed, people still believe it when I say 'I'm okay'.
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PoetryS O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did
