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I hear sad tones going forth among all voices, I read stories wrinkled between grimaces, I see determined gazes residing in eyes crumbling from uncertainty, But I don’t feel anymore...
To be heard is one thing To be understood is a whole other topic I don’t want my words to be a fling They need to be toxic I want others to feel my pain To grasp the emotion from the page
End of the day I find myself conversating with myself
I tried to make you smile . I tried to make you love me. But instead you threw me and then you broke me. You didn't break me right away though. Instead it was piece