'There is nothing wrong with you....' he says
I push away...
I can't keep hold of their curiosity
The misery disappears...
It fades away
I push them away...
I think there is something wrong with me
'There is nothing wring with you' he says
I can't play the game....
It keeps me too close...
...too close too deep...
There are limits.
I can't
I can't
I can't
....it simply becoming fake.
I don't want fake.
...but God I don't want alone.....
milkchugge
nightandmidst
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