I am not what I was sometimes ago.
But who cares,until I am portraying to be normal...
My smile does not reach my eyes.
But who cares,until I have an emotionless curve on my face...
I don't like to fool around by making people laugh.
But who cares,until I'm fooling them and my own self...
People often ask me "how are you?"
But who cares to give a thought to really know how I am...
People often ask me "are you happy?"
But who really cares to know that I haven't been sadder than what I am now...
I don't like meeting people.
But who cares,until till it's a social formality...
I don't like living.
But who cares,until I am breathing...
I don't like pretending to be wha
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