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You think you've got it Oh, so hard now (And tears are streaming down your face and darkness beats at your soul) And then you go and Look around (Because all you are is one more complainer.) And You know full well others have it worse, *(And for them, you hope they continue, to complain, because maybe someone will listen, and life is ruthless but death is death, while you may as well be a ghost)* But that doesn't change your insomniatic habits of being unable to sleep until half past one or ***your solitude of half-self-imposed loneliness because you won't force your burdens upon your friends*** or ***the fact that you cry yourself to sleep every night because you can only mask your tears for so long.*** So you breathe in daylight like it is air (because darkness lessens and you  must be ligherbrighter around other people) and fake a smile everyone believes and (you still fall apart at night). *you like to think that the night might be forgiving (because nothing else is) and you Hope your* silent complaints *might actually make a difference, Even if overall the world has just as many Complainers as before.*
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
silent complaints
You think you've got it Oh, so hard now (And tears are streaming down your face and darkness beats at your soul) And then you go and Look around (Because all you are is one more complainer.) And You know full well others have it worse, *(And for them, you hope they continue, to complain, because maybe someone will listen, and life is ruthless but death is death, while you may as well be a ghost)* But that doesn't change your insomniatic habits of being unable to sleep until half past one or ***your solitude of half-self-imposed loneliness because you won't force your burdens upon your friends*** or ***the fact that you cry yourself to sleep every night because you can only mask your tears for so long.*** So you breathe in daylight like it is air (because darkness lessens and you  must be ligherbrighter around other people) and fake a smile everyone believes and (you still fall apart at night). *you like to think that the night might be forgiving (because nothing else is) and you Hope your* silent complaints *might actually make a difference, Even if overall the world has just as many Complainers as before.*
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sam9w
Tokyo, Japan
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
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