Staying quietly while
Watching with a blank expression on her face.
Everybody around her-smiling and laughing
But she looked like she didn't care.
Thoughts screaming in her mind
Thinking "Does it hurt when you leave behind?".
Feeling dull pain in her chest
Because she thought that he was the best.
Actually she didn't feel like crying
But she knew that deep inside she was slowly dying.
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PoetryЖивотът ме направи една бъркотия от емоции. Оплитам се в собствения си хаос с всеки изминал ден и чувството е задушаващо. Но изкуството освобождава душата ми от болката и я превръща в нещо красиво. Това е мигът, в който се чувствам свободна. Думите...
