"I don't care,"
That's what I always say
Why would I care that much
If no one would care for me?
Being this cold they say
Is just a protection to avoid pain
I don't want to risk my heart to get hurt
Even if in the slightest touch
But, they know my favorite color
My favorite food and flavor
My favorite hobbies and interests
What makes me fall, and makes me amaze
Now all I can ask
"How did you know all these things?"
Those are small details that's barely to see
But still, someone does actually care about me
All this time
I'm just fooling myself
I always thought no one cares
That makes me not to care anymore
Does this a sign that I should be open
And start to care what's within?
Or maybe still hang on
To avoid pain that may cause later on?
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CHELL'S COUNTER OF THOUGHTS
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