Hidden Secrets
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Ihr habt alle ein süßes kleines Leben. Ihr wisst nix von denen die jeden Tag eine Maske aufsetzten um glücklich zu sein.
Kennt ihr das wenn ihr aufwacht und nichts fühlt, keine Trauer, keine Freude, keine Angst und keine Wut...einfach gar nichts? Wisst ihr wie es sich anfühlt Menschen weinen zu sehen und nicht mitfühlt kein Mitleid und keinen Drang Ihnen die Trauer aus dem Gesicht zu zaubern? Versteht ihr die Leute mit Suicid-Gedanke, die die Zuviel erlebt haben und den Schmerz nicht mehr ertragen können nichts zu fühlen? Erkennt ihr wenn jemand ein Fake Lächeln aufsetzt um Fragen zu entkommen? Könnt ihr verstehen wie gebrochen man innerlich ist, wenn man alles und jeden verliert?
Ich schon, und ich hasse es...
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