Here I am, with nothing left to say.
No where to hide, its like im an open book.
That no one wants to read.
Its as if the words are right in front of them.
In front of me.
And even I can't read my own story,
Can't recognize my own feelings.
My own thoughts.
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Author:
Roselyn (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2018 19:56
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Comments1
But yet here they are.
Well expressed!
Thank you so much!
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