What makes me laugh. What makes me cry. Where I hope the wind will take me and what its going to take for me to stay.
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I met a girl from Finland
I asked her what was most different here in America
She said that we never said what we meant
and covered ourselves and truths with smiles
as if answering “I’m good” when asked how we were that day
is what everyone feels all the time
and why cant we just be honest and open because people just don’t feel ” I’m good”
all of the time