UnHappy, Lonely, UnHappy, Lonely.
I was Bereft rarely before, Now i'm often Bereft.
Thoughts Entering my Mind, Sadness Forming around my Heart, Losing Confidence Faster, Communication wasn't my answer.
Please Be Happy, and Let Me take every piece of sadness from you, let me suffer in this dark place where i wonder.
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Thoughts That Were Kept
PoetryThoughts that you thought you could keep all to yourself.
