Tue, 11/28/2017 - 21:39 -- lexim09

To whomever -

I wonder, sometimes

If others feel it too

When there are people who 'care',

But not the right 'who'.

That one can feel empty,

As barren as desert,

While some like to say,

"You're fine, you're not hurt."

Wounds that aren't physical,

Ones that don't show,

Are some of the worst,

That I will ever know.


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