Im a daughters who never
Says anything to her family.
Who is never asked whether my heart is okay or not.
Even tho i want to tell everyone many things abt my hard days and still there are many things in my heart.
I heal my own wounds, I fight my insomnia, every night is filled with taers and overthinking.
But when the morning comes,
I fake my smile and laughter :/
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
Im a daughters who never
Says anything to her family.
Who is never asked whether my heart is okay or not.
Even tho i want to tell everyone many things abt my hard days and still there are many things in my heart.
I heal my own wounds, I fight my insomnia, every night is filled with taers and overthinking.
But when the morning comes,
I fake my smile and laughter :/
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