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Always remember
That the books
Who are the most worn
The most torn and ripped
The most broken

Those books are that way
Because everyone loved them
For what was inside
I'm ugly, I know
My smile
I'm ashamed to use
My face
I'm afraid to show
 Jul 2015 Xiao - SparKticas
niamh
We hide our
True selves
In the big, wide world.
But feel free
In these dark corners
To empty our hearts.
Tell those
most important
That life's all good
And confess
To these strangers
Our true thoughts.
Don't get me wrong,
I see no harm
In what we do.
But which of
Our poetical faces
Tells lies
And which
Speaks true
.
When I get "sick",
I get tired
But no fever

**Hmm I wonder why
Half the time I'm not actually sick
Hey, I actually slept last night
It was nice
The only problem is this:

**I woke up again this morning
I am definitely living
I just don't feel very alive
I'm sorry
For feeling like this
I'm sorry for having a loving heart
I'm sorry
I'm sorry you're so easy to love
I'm sorry you're so easy to fall for
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry for falling for you
I'm so sorry for wanting you how you don't want me
I'm sorry
"I'm okay"* the biggest most well known lie.

                   That no one seems to notice.
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