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Why?
And like every time
I once again come back and write my feelings out;
I bleed on these papers sheets and cry my soul out.
Why do I like so much to be silent?
Why I can't open my heart to other's?
Why do I always pretend I'm okay?
© Mchild
I once again come back and write my feelings out;
I bleed on these papers sheets and cry my soul out.
Why do I like so much to be silent?
Why I can't open my heart to other's?
Why do I always pretend I'm okay?
© Mchild
