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Don’t let it show.
The mirror reflecting my tear stained face.
Don’t let it show.
The tissues scattered around the bathroom sink.
Don’t let it show.
The contents of my bag all over the floor.
It should be obvious that I’m not ok. People should notice that I am in the verge of breaking down, holding on by only a string.
But if course, everyone is nothing but oblivious to everything going on around them. They will never know how much I’m breaking inside.
Once again I am plastering on my fake smile, with the hope that no one realizes how much pain is built inside of me. Praying that know one sees right through me, seeing me deteriorating from the suffering that I try my hardest to hide.