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Apr 2018
I'm exhausted,
Exhausted of being the one
no one really sees,
The fake smile,
Hiding the pain
I choose not to share.
Tired of hiding
My frustration, my disappointment,
Of feeling neglected...
The irony of it all?
I don't trust anyone
Enough to let them in.
Written by
Becky
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