I lie through my day,
But really I'm not fine at all.
I want to stay,
But my mind makes me run.
I need to believe,
But its too much to process.
I am everything I had hoped to be,
Till I'm not.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
