i don't really like talking much. well, talked to my friend jazz . she is good. for some reason i can talk to someone and make them feel even better. jazz inspires me. i hold her close to me in my mind. she can always make me feel better. she will always be close to me inside.
a poem for this: 'hiding'
i hide behind a mask,
keeping secret.
no one see my true face,
my true self.
i shake with my anger,
trying to break out.
nothing can keep me together.
i feel myself breaking,
my body cracking.
i fall down,
my feelings killing me.
i cry out and the facade fades,
my true self coming out.
i fall dead upon the fall,
my shattered soul coming out.
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