We all have our own baggage of pain.
A corner inside of us where we hide it away.
A friend understands that,
I guess our friends must understand that.
The pain we feel,
The one we have inside of us is always our own.
One can say that we can share, but No!
We can't share our pain.
We cry inside close rooms,
As we fear someone will see us.
But sometimes I don't even cry alone,
As I don't believe in it,
I am weak, we all are weak sometimes.
Be someone's friend,
Understand them.
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