it hurts,
feels like my lungs
get burn and I can't help
myself to rid the pain
sometimes,
reality is so cruel
what we expect is not
what we get
same as love,
even when we gave all,
doesn't mean
we get return the same
and when the time is over
we have to let go
YOU ARE READING
big girls don't cry!
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