pretending

it is a pain inside me that I must hide deep
cos outside, there, somewhere, some wolves,
if they could feel me howling of suffering,
would eat me alive;
a reason for pretending everything is fine,
and flattering them just to let me be
but without letting them end out of my sight

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs