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The day has just ended and to think I want to be dead. Days were meant to be crafty and some unexpected turns of event. Tears that go unspoken of, feelings that are buried so deep down. A pit of things that I could say never went well. Scars that are left unseen but here I am still trying to breathe. The lesson I've learned is it's ok not to be ok. 
Life isn't about you it's about what you do . If you've learnt to enjoy what you have, to see if you have discovered something new. Mistakes, it's what everybody makes but when we learn not to make the same mistake then that's what counts. Hey, I'm the side you won't ever see the side I keep to me.
 Not everything is to be on display because that's how I learn to make my self seem ok. You won't know cause I know how to make everything seem ok. People talk about what they think they know just because you see this pretty thing, doesn't make you see the situation on the inside. What you think you know, is so limited yet you think you know everything. 
My facade is so clear and perfect that you think I'm ok but I learnt that just as I'm wearing a facade you can too. The kind can be bad and the pretty can be ugly also the people who you think are friends are enemies. In the end life isn't the way anyone wants it to be.

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