In the middle of everything…
Crying.
No one hears your sobs of sorrow.
No one sees your tear-streaked face.
Or maybe no one cares.
Maybe they all see you and
They all know you hurt.
But they don't care…
They just don't care.
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| What do you do when you are stuck In the middle of everything… Crying. No one hears your sobs of sorrow. No one sees your tear-streaked face. Or maybe no one cares. Maybe they all see you and They all know you hurt. But they don't care… They just don't care. |
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