Run.
My first impulse.
But I stand unmoved.
Cry.
I wish I could.
But there’s no wound to heal.
Hide.
I think I will.
Shrink into the dark corners of my mind.
Scream.
I think I am.
But there isn’t the slightest sound.
Smile.
Im trying my best.
But its hard to console, for i think im hurt.
Live.
Yeah! i willCoz im very courageous,
so eager to turn the pages of my book.
1 comment:
this is a nice one aswell
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