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Baguio City
About
There was once was a time
when silence meant
nothing to me
i didn't want to admit it,
it was easier to lie,
and hide the hurts and emptiness
to smile instead to cry
tired of trying,
sick of crying
now smiling
but inside I'm dying
not all scars show,
not all wounds heal
but sometimes you can not always see
the pain someone feels
the feeling i used to have
aren't there and for the first time in so long
i really just don't care
i lock away the pain
put away the fear
show only smile
not the hidden tears
the scar on my wrist is a proof that people
like you do exist.......