when
I
know
I've
fallen.
I can't tell anyone about it
because
I know nobody would
understand.
I try my best
to show a facade that
I,
myself,
can't handle.
because
I need strength to carry on.
and everytime
I catch
myself thinking of you,
I know,
somehow,
things would just fall in to place.
Soon.
I can't point
my finger at what it draws
me to you.
but
I know that
somehow
everything would be alright
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