When she closes the door on the day
and locks herself away from all the
drama and all the hate, she would love
to tell you how empty she feels inside
how bleak and black are her thoughts.
But she won’t, she knows you only
listen to reply. She will bury it and
slowly she is smothering under
the weight of it all. She can only be
who she is. She is not obligated to
fulfill and entertain your fantasies
and your fairy tales.
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