talking a lot and laughing out loud,
so that nobody would know what's really inside.
But at the end of the day,
I always find myself all alone,
encountering the crucial truth that I'm too broken inside that not even a million laughter can take it away.
Everyone thinks I'm fine.
Some days even I think I'm fine.
But I'm not. I'm not fine at all.
But most of all, I'm just tired of being tired.
*pat pat*
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