I kept thinking about how I wanted to be acknowledged by people, but at the same time I also wanted to disappear. I feel like those painting which people admire but nobody know the actual story behind it. I feel Like those books in a bookstore that are judged by its cover without ever turning their pages. I feel Like a smile on a person face where the sadness In their eyes goes unnoticed . I feel Like those painful stories that poet hides behind their beautiful poetic lines.
TEN~KHA
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