Wasted

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A room filled with darkness,
As i see my self cry because of loneliness.
The room was quiet,
As i secretly hid my secret.

Shh... It's alright, no one's here.
No one can ever hear.
Your unshed tears,
Your nonstop cry and sobs.

No one will ever know,
No one will see your sopping pillow.
Because you are locked,
Because you're concealing your silent cries with smiles.

That's what you should do,
Smile and pretend that you're alright.
No one will ever notice,
Because that's were you are good at.

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