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Thoughts I think, washed upon the sea. Each small breath, each sharp pain Rough rocks wash away remains. I stand, still. I shall remain Smile. Don't show the pain. Can't let them see, don't let them know. I am happy... I have to be happy. I want to be loved, but I'm not allowed. Keep smiling, but the cracks appear Reflection is gone I want to be me, I won't be.
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
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Thoughts I think, washed upon the sea. Each small breath, each sharp pain Rough rocks wash away remains. I stand, still. I shall remain Smile. Don't show the pain. Can't let them see, don't let them know. I am happy... I have to be happy. I want to be loved, but I'm not allowed. Keep smiling, but the cracks appear Reflection is gone I want to be me, I won't be.
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
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