Everyone is drowning inside, fighting the demons we hide. No ones life is perfect. Our life revolves around a set of lies and personae. We hide behind nonchalance, pretending that we don't care and acting rude and insolent to hide the pain we inflict on ourselves when we hurt those closest to us. We avoid the places with those memories, but it doesn't always work, we always end up back there. We have to keep travelling forward without looking back, we have to forget or fear showing others what we try to hide. We want to scream, shout and let it all out, but we have to bottle it up until we burst. We have to let life go on, paint a smile on our face and walk through life like everything is good.
I wonder what you think of me, will you tell me I am beautiful?
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