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Some call me cold, but that's not true,
I'm just sensitive, like morning dew.
Alone in my struggles, with no one near,
The one I love doesn't see my tear.

My life's a story, with pain inside,
But when I try to talk, it turns into a ride.
People think I'm okay, but they don't know,
The hurtful words cut deep, though.

I long for connection, in this world so wide,
But it seems everyone's got their own tide.
When I try to share, it's met with a fight,
So I keep my feelings hidden, out of sight.