Most of the times, I just want to tell people how I felt. Let out all the beasts inside of me coz they are suffocating me. But then I had a second thought. Why do I need to tell them? They told me, in so many ways that I'm not important in their life. I am just that someone who fill an empty space, nothing more than that.
So what if I'm upset? So what if I'm bawling my eyes out? I'm just a nobody. My thoughts are not important. I'm not important.
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The Colour Of My Heart
Random[HIGHEST RANKING: #1 AWAKE] The story is just a bunch of words that I thought at night when I can't sleep so it might get boring ⚠ ; Have you ever laid awake and thought about everything that happened to you and wished that it could be changed someh...
