It's true that I'm hurt

You're hiding your pain, I've bowed down my head
You're silent, I'm silent as well
How will we convince each other?
Now the distance between us is so much.. who knows, tomorrow may never come

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You cannot tell sad girls that they are pretty
unless you are prepared to hold them
as they sob hysterically at 3 am.

You are not allowed to tell sad girls they are prefect
if you have never seen the wounds that litter their bodies
and represent each battle lost in a war with themselves

And I am begging you, please do not tell sad girls 
that you are in love with them
unless you are truly and entirely are.

-e.n.