"It just hurts," she whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you'll give so much of yourself to a person, and they'll make you genuinely feel like they'd do the same." She looked at the ground. "Except they don't, they never do. Out of every person I've ever invested myself into, I'm constantly the one who cares a little more," she said quietly, "and it hurts."
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
