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Mar 2021
I told everyone that I’m okay,
But do I still need to say?
I wanted to be happy, just to be happy all day…
I wasn’t expecting you come into play
Expectations deprived me from watching sunset by the bay

They wanted me to be perfect but I couldn’t shine properly
I was criticized silently
And was perishing inside, slowly

I cried a lot; my life’s too dry
No one scrupled to ask, “Are you still okay?”
When you had the confidence to utter words, it was late.
Too late
I’ve taken my life and it was my fate.
Hera
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