you know my name
not my story
you see my smiles
not my pain
i tell you my dreams
not my nightmares
you hear my laughter
not my screams
you know im falling behind
not any of the reasons why
you can read my lips
but not my mind
what do you really know about me?
nothing.
YOU ARE READING
poems from a lonely girl
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