The Silent Cries
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Última publicación mié, ago 21, 2019
Words hurt more than actions. Crying out loud is harder than acting like everything is fine. Art is easier to create than people who love you. Opening up is more tough than smiling. Crying silently is much more painful than asking for help. I need help. My demons are pulling me down. Drowning me more and more as each day passes. My burdens become heavier. My demises pile up. My disappointment arises. As I walk the pathway of a living hell turning to no one but myself. Myself
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