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I know that I am unique.
I know that I am able.
But I am nothing special.
How does it feel to be smart?
I realize I'm no idiot.
I realize that I'm smart in my own way.
But I always feel clouded by my own stupidity.
How does it feel to be real?
I've always been told not to be fake.
I've always been told to be who I am.
I don't know who I am anymore.
How does it feel to be innocent?
These eyes have seen too much.
This heart has felt too much.
I've become jaded so early.
How does it feel to be happy?
I smile every now and then.
I laugh sometimes, even.
But my eyes don't shine with the light of mirt
SpillingYou are so beautiful. I want to call you every bad name I know and hit you and kick you and scream I hate you. But I want you to know how much I love you. I want you to never let me go. But I know you will.More Like This
Even though I'm happy for you,
When I think of you are 'her' I want to scream and cry.
It feels like someone's standing on my lungs.
But, hey, why would it matter how I feel to you?
True, she's pretty.
Her hair's perfect and she's thin.
But do you remember how I smiled at you?
You probably want to take her clothes off…
But whatever.
You hurt me. But as I once told you, the most remarkable thing about a human heart is that we
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