
Each day is long
I busy myself with trivial things
Keeping my mind occupied
Can’t allow myself to think
Too much thinking and I’ll cry
Office friends don’t seem to notice
Is it the pasted smile?
Inside my heart struggles to beat
Would death be easier?
Would they even notice
If I started to weep?
My facade is cracking.
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😭 that was so sad 😞
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