| pain It doesn't really matter. It hurts just the same. It doesn't have a point now. It's all been a game. A way to control me. A way to say no. A way to be happy. A way I don't know. So as I now sit here. So alone and unloved. So hurt and resentful. So dejected and shoved. Can we just please move on? Can you just please let go? Can you please hide your feelings? Can you please feel this low? I have to move on. I know someone else. I feel that it's failing. I cry by myself. |
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