getting out of the house and seeing new faces feels really strange after a while
when you were normal you didn't even notice anyone you walked by on the street
you just minded your own, happy life
but now all you could see was that girls bruised eye
or that mans sleep-deprived eyes
or that mothers fake smile
you can see everyone's issues
and still you can't pin point your own
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𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 [ completed ]
Fanfictiona journey trough a girls journal, filled with little poems and thoughts about a boy that joined her group for people with depression