You feel empty inside. I know. And I understand. You see, we're the same. We both feel like we're never good enough. But you keep to yourself, and you cry, and you scream, and you let everything out. While I smile, and I laugh, and the veins in my heart are slowly pierced by the buried emptiness they will never know about.
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Thoughts Left Unsaid
Poetry. ✈ • un·said (ˌənˈsed/) - тнoυgнт вυт noт мenтιoned oυт loυd or dιѕcυѕѕed - noт eхpreѕѕe...
