Desolate
45Why can’t people see what’s inside thee,
Thee, who has such benevolence for everyone,
Inside she hides her feelings of malaise,
Someone needs to fill her with solace,
She can’t understand why they can’t see,
Although she fakes her happiness,
Pretends she couldn’t careless,
She can’t remember real happiness anymore.
Dedicated to my dearest friend, Emily.
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