Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many times I've cried in my room when nobody was watching.
Nobody knows how many times I've lost hope, how many times I've been let down.
Nobody knows how many times I've felt like i'm about to snap but i just don't for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when i'm sad, how horrible they truly are.
Nobody. Knows. Me
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