𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

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I know that what they say isn't true                                                                                                                        

And I know that they don't mean it,                                                                                                                      

But it doesn't stop it from

Hurting

Or consuming my thoughts

Or scaring me

Until I spend my days crying,

Wallowing In self-pity,

While I lay in my bed

Hoping,

Praying

That it will absorb me,

Take me away from my thoughts,

From the people that love me,

And the ones that are supposed to.

I know it shouldn't affect me,                                                                                                                                    

Buy how could it not?