Unspoken

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I don't know weather it's wrong or right,
my heart aches every single night. The good old memories flashes in my mind, where are those people who were really kind.

I don't show my tears it makes me weak,
happiness comes for a while that I can't keep.
I hide all my pain behind my smile, because no one cares weather I live or die.

I don't have anything to gain,
there's no one with whom I can share my pain.
Sitting alone in my dark room,
Wondering weather there will be a day without gloom.

I am trying to look at everything in a bright Way.
I am trying to be that sun ray,
that can light up even a dippressed one's day.

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