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May 2019
Blood drips from our eyes
as we cry
But we say we're okay
"it's fine"
But we lie
People believe what they want to
So they believe we're not dead inside
We cry harder but keep saying
"it's fine"
"I'm fine"
But it's not fine
and we'll keep this secret for the rest of our lives
Written by
Ophelia
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