Thoughts

“Smile. You have to smile.”

But I want to cry my heart out.

“You’re fine. Don’t tell them.”

But I feel like I will go insane.

“They barely put up with you.”

But I want to be me.

“Don’t talk. You barely even think.”

But my thoughts are wild.

“Don’t.”

But…

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