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Aug 2017
I wish you could see the scars, bruises and cuts that decorate my body,
Maybe then you will understand why I flinch every time you try to come close to me,
Maybe then you will see the demons through my eyes that have trapped me,
Maybe then you will know why I act out on all these insecurities I have within me,
Till then, go ahead and misunderstand me.
You think I am crazy.
People cannot fathom what depression is ...at least try to sympathize with people. They need you more than ever.
The Misconstrued
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The Misconstrued  28/F/Goa
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