What happens, when you are trapped in your own cycle of miserable thoughts?
What happens, when the idea of hating that person in the mirror eats you up from inside out.
What happens, when you are contemplating at the borderline, to risk your life when you know it's the worse thing to do because it hurts the people that loved you dearly?
What happens, when moving the muscle of your cheek becomes a routine because it's the best mask that was invented to hide your tears and sorrow?
What happens, when you can't pour out that stream of warm liquid simply because nobody had died, yet?
What happens, when you want to speak your thoughts but they don't come out straight?
What happens, when the idea of hating that person in the mirror eats you up from inside out.
What happens, when you are contemplating at the borderline, to risk your life when you know it's the worse thing to do because it hurts the people that loved you dearly?
What happens, when moving the muscle of your cheek becomes a routine because it's the best mask that was invented to hide your tears and sorrow?
What happens, when you can't pour out that stream of warm liquid simply because nobody had died, yet?
What happens, when you want to speak your thoughts but they don't come out straight?
What happens?
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