SeasonalDepression
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No one will ever truly know me. How can they when they never even try because I smile they assume im happy. No one knows me. I hide behind mask. They never did get it. No one knows me.
she said winter is a violent lover.
has beaten me so my hands have frozen to become jupiter's moons.
has shattered me till i only remain jagged glass.
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she said winter is a brutal lover.