Whenever I'm hurt, I dont talk. I just wear a fake smile, tell everythings ok. even though I want to cry.
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- rundontwalk
- -Time passes incredibly slow when you're waiting for someone, something, anything. But with hope infecting our hearts, we wait. Patience also endures in our minds, although the doubt in our gut wants us to retreat.
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