as i get older
the people around
me get colder
i wish they could see
my hidden scars
tears what i cried all
the time when i was alone
i wish they could
see the real me...
will byers stan first human second
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@neuroticdream
as i get older
the people around
me get colder
i wish they could see
my hidden scars
tears what i cried all
the time when i was alone
i wish they could
see the real me...
Listen to new song what was co-written with my friend. Song is about the you want to feel every last second. Please like and share ❤️!
Hey I'm ready to publish poetry book for my passed grandma.
But I'm a little bit short of cash.
If you wanna help me and my dream to come true. You can donate here :
Account name : Sander Seire
account number : LT293250051615260568
I'm thankful for any help ❤️😊
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My poems
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you’re stuck in my head like a favourite song
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Hey im looking for some money help to publish my new book.
It will cost around 2000 dollars.
Any donation would be amazing and love you all.
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and name is Sander Seire
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fuck im lonely
hey guys im back!
How are you?
Me: Do you really care?
The moment when someone jokes about one of your insecurities and you have to pretend like it didn’t bother you.
Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget, but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.