I'm now crying
letting out the tears of yesturday
The ones that promised to torcher me
I tell them to stop
That its not right
But all they wanna do is fight
I argue with myself
The thoughts inside my head
I cry myself to sleep
Curling up in bead
The bruises of yeturday still stings
The more it heals the more it hurts
I'm dying here
Alone
While you look at me and smile
I can't remember when I had my last meal
You didn't even try to see how i would feel
You know I've been broken
Shattered and torn
I'm happy that your here
Living your best life
You've found your pearl
The one for you
I know you'll be good to her
I know you too well
She's beautiful and sweet
Hope you stick together
So that the pain is all worth it
So that I can look back on this day
And smile, like I haven't done in a while
I'm happy your happy
Wish I could say more
About the Creator
Tasmia
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Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan5 days ago in Wander
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