Going into a dark place,
Losing all faith in words,
When they're not alligned with actions
All you get are hurts...
Going into a cocoon,
Barely make it till noon,
Go to sleep exhausted.
So sunny outside,
But you're broken down by dawn
Do things really need to be said
To be known?
Or are they better felt?
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