It hurts.
It burns.
It's like my chest is being ripped apart.
All I can feel is this excruciating pain.
It's so unbearable.
Watching you dance your ways through the halls.
Without a care in the world.
You walk past me like I'm nothing to you.
Which I am.
It kills me.
Because when I look at you, you're my world.
But when you look at me, I'm nothing.
I wish the pain would stop.
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