Sometimes I think that I don't know you for who you really are. That you're hiding your true self and a deep secret inside from everyone. I see it when you walk down the hall, something always off by a tick, never genuine. A safe locking a deep truth that you say is from your past. Something so bad that it makes you covered in a deep dark cloud of insecurities today. You only express your feelings through texting late at night when no one can see your face or realize the truth that you put into it. And the truth is never pretty with you. Even when you laugh you think it's fake after the things you say late at night. Late at night when you can't sleep you think of death, the darkest of thoughts. You say you love the sun and you hate people but really you just hate yourself.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Our Universe
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