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May 2016
It's not always the tears that measure the pain.
Sometimes it's the happiness we fake.
Sometimes crying is the only way your eyes can speak
when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.
you shouldn't have to rip yourself to pieces to keep others whole
And i tell him, "you cannot possibly imagine how much i hate myself and love you..."
Echo
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