Do you know:
You hurt people.
You hurt me.
You hurt.
One day, the pain will become to much.
And I'll fall.
YOU ARE READING
The truth
PoetryI was scared before. I was scared that you would hate me. So I said nothing. But now, I don't care. Give me your worst
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Do you know:
You hurt people.
You hurt me.
You hurt.
One day, the pain will become to much.
And I'll fall.
