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I’m not happy. I want to cry and crumple. To scream. But where is the point? The day is the same, the air remains and the birds still screech. So I stay silent. No voice given to the devastation inside.
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Happiness
I’m not happy. I want to cry and crumple. To scream. But where is the point? The day is the same, the air remains and the birds still screech. So I stay silent. No voice given to the devastation inside.
#useless#silent#nopoint
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
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