her eyes were heavy,
her lips, sunken,
she couldn’t even pull a smirk.
her body felt cold,
mind distant.
everything felt like work.
she tried so hard to impress,
from the way she talked,
her personality,
even the way she dressed.
but here’s the thing no one knows,
the letters she would write,
the secret codes.
No one picked up how sad she was,
until it was too late,
she was already,
a lot cause.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
her eyes were heavy,
her lips, sunken,
she couldn’t even pull a smirk.
her body felt cold,
mind distant.
everything felt like work.
she tried so hard to impress,
from the way she talked,
her personality,
even the way she dressed.
but here’s the thing no one knows,
the letters she would write,
the secret codes.
No one picked up how sad she was,
until it was too late,
she was already,
a lot cause.
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