I’m tired and no one can tell.
I put on a fake smile and with that a target on my back.
The perfect prey to be attacked.
To be manipulated and deceived.
Just because I put a pretty smile on
It does not mean I cannot think.
I see the depression as calm now, Like the ocean, As just something that surrounds me, Something I'm covered...
They stalk predaciously through masks of black. There's nowhere to hide, no turning back. They stalk...
When the wind blows, all worries leaves. When the sun shines, all true colors are seen. When the sea waves,...
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