You really don't.
You don't know how much I'm holding in,
How much I'm keeping silent.
You don't understand the pain,
The torment in my mind.
You don't understand the "phase"
I'm going through.
This isn't what it appears to be.
Something's wrong.
Something's wrong with me.
You don't understand
The loss of hope I'm experiencing.
And you never will.
You won't understand my tears, either.
Devious Comments
normal people are boring
*still trying to convince herself of that fact*
I love you *hug* you'll be ok in the end
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Come to me, my little flower. And let me taste your nectar.
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