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i reckon we all feel similar things.

yet don't know how we all are, as we lay our heads on the pillow at night.

we don't know how we really are.

behind the txts and chat boxes. we can type normal words but behind the screens could be doing something, feeling something, that the other has no idea about.

that hurt that has a handle for all of us,

we could be holding it at these moments and the others have no idea.

how do we really know how someone is?

perhaps we'll never know how their previous night was when we see them the next day.

we won't know what thoughts went through their head as they sat there alone.

we won't know what they felt or wrote or listened to or did.

we won't know.

we couldn't assume. we couldn't say anything or do anything cos we won't know.

you won't know. and you wouldn't want to speak because maybe it's not you they would want to hear from.

some of us break down each night before they fall asleep. clutching a toy and trying to figure out what it is that's breaking in us, that's making our hearts beat out of our chest.

the beating that hurts. that comes over you and you don't know how or why.

you know there's poeople that came to mind. you know that there's things you're usueless at. and things that go through and through your thinking, that you screw up every step you take.

but the next day you're walking down the street and the sun is shining and the people you walk past have no idea.

no thought. no assumption. no nothing.

the people you see don't know. the people you txt at night don't know. they don't take that second glance at a phone or a screen or anything.

we don't know. are we scared of letting people know?

some are needing that glance. that notice.

some are actually trapped in themselves. but you can't tell. from the outside.

you just don't know.