Some days hurt
More than others.
I borrow trouble
And it fills my pockets
Until there's no room
For all my change.
A void sits down
And fastens its seatbelt.
Sad songs and old photos
Try to help
But I think
They just like my company.
I'll stay quiet, still
You know anyways.
It isn't nice
To pretend you don't.
Hiding is painful
And feels so much better.
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