Everyone thinks its perfect, your family and your life. But behind that pasted smile everything is burnt inside. Not because you're loved. Not because you're cared for. Just because you don't know who you are or what you're here for.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because no one is perfect. I love writting and hope to get tons of my things published.Birth sign: Not entered
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