All you do is remind me
Of the things I'll never be
People talk about happiness
How you find it after you feel the crappiest
But I barely know
How to smile other than for show
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Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
Stop reminding me
All you do is remind me
Of the things I'll never be
People talk about happiness
How you find it after you feel the crappiest
But I barely know
How to smile other than for show
