Guess what?
I don't care if you 'think I'm happy'. Can't you see this distant look in my eyes? The pain my smile is hiding
behind? Can you not see what I'm fighting? and how I just want to let go? That each and everyday is killing me
slowly? How can you not see that? Maybe if you read between what I'm saying, you'd see the story that I'm
covering up.
nmf.
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