you're not alone
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Last published Tue, Aug 3, 2021
these are
letters to no one
about my time
alone with my thoughts.
the times when
I am suffering
but no one notices
because of the smile on my face
these are
letters to everyone
coping by themselves
covering their scars when they are out
the times when
everything seems suffocating
drowning in those thoughts
deep in the void
you're not alone
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