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282 · Dec 2015
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Brian Toti Dec 2015
Your words cut me deep.
To that point where I want to weep.
You see me with my fake smile,
Because the pain inside goes for miles.
I sit in silence and suffer
While secretly screaming in my mind as things only get tougher.
While always thinking am I the only one.
Who lives without fun.

— The End —