Replying promptly doesn't signal desperation,
Answering calls swiftly, no desperation sensation.
You might not grasp the depth of my soul,
My struggles and feelings, beyond your control.
Alone, I've felt the ache, the silent pain,
Unspoken emotions, like an unending rain.
Understanding me might be a mystery,
My thoughts and feelings, hidden history.
I know the loneliness, its piercing sting,
Unable to express, the heart's silent spring.
In the chambers of my mind, secrets unfold,
A tale of emotions, often left untold.
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