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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1397038
Written due to my mood at time.
No one sees my tears.
They don't see my pain, or my anger.
All they see is a front. Happiness.
It's not how I feel. I'm invisible, unimportant.
No one chooses to see past the front because they don't care.
Why am I still here?
What is my reason for living?
The answer: For Holly, for Ryan, for Justin, and Cody and Sean.
I live for them.
They chose to see past my front and break down my wall to find the real me. This is why I live, it's why I'll always live.
Invisible anymore? No, just undeniably happy. It's no longer a front. I'm finally important to someone.
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