the1within:

My head gets crowded, but I hide it, and fall apart in private - where my mirror’s the only one to see my tears. Believing there’s a reason for my sadness, just a chemical imbalance, but I’m broken way too far beyond repair. I’ve wished on every star in every constellation, for just one reason to believe that I can change this. My dreams are nightmares of me looking for your face and every time you can’t remember what my name is.


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