| How many people
There is a scream inside of me,
that nobody hear .
I cover my scars while they bleed.
You are lying next to me,
even when you looked across.
You couldn't see
what i actually am.
what i needed,
To be guided home.
Wierd isn't it ? That you are present but you're not actually here.
| are suffering inside?
-Ilhem
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