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See you at midnight
I wanted to scream
I spoke in a soft voice.
I wanted to cry
I fought back the tears.
I heard you say I was very, very, very happy, so ...
I smiled at you.
But now I am alone with myself. Now I wince. In the darkness of my room.
A silent room. Deafening thoughts. A cacophony in my head. I can't hear the sound of my feelings. I'm a girl who doesn't know how she feels.
I stare at my ceiling like it can tell me who I am. It sighs. And I look at its face. It's as pale as my sheet of paper.
My words are late.
See you at midnight, we promised.

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