sometimes there is nothing left of me except the scars they leave behind as they all slowly, get tired of me, the empty breeze from walking late at night seem to have emptied me until the loose strands of my hair carries all the pain away until i feel nothing more
sometimes it is not just the pain that hurts, but the emptiness they leave behind in a room that was once filled with laughter
you see, happiness is not only felt by happy people but also by sad ones that love to pretend that the people never left at all
—let's pretend everything will be alright
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ft. jiang
