I want to write down a secret
tell you how the tears burn
and how the light hurts my eyes
I want to whisper the words
scream them out, in the empty room
with you sitting next door
I want to be honest with you
but I do not stand it any longer I have had enough I am fed up with it I can not manage it I am not able to keep up a surface for your sake nor my own I do not have that kind of strength
so for my own sake,
I will just keep it to myself, anyway.
You are the best, never forget that. It's not even an opinion; it's a fact.
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