December 19th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
You smile and yet your whole heart sort of aches.
People ask if you’re ok. You smile and say.
Fine. :)
Even if a little part of you dies a little each time.
Maybe all I want is for someone to ask if I’m really ok.
Maybe all I want is for you to ask if I’m ok.
I just want you to hold me and tell me everything is ok.
Because I don’t feel ok.
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