Knock!
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People think I'm strong because of the way I act but behind these closed doors, I'm already falling on my knees crying myself to sleep yet I act like nothing so bad happened. It hurts, and I can't help but admit it.
These created high standards made me change, for atleast what I know "better". Though, I can't tell or say what I really feel. Because, I get judged. People tend to think that people around them don't have feeling, it's either, they're too blind to see it or they know, but chooses not to care or give a fuck.
But what if, one person comes to my life and let out the best in me? Stays with me unlike other people?
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