That’s what they all say.
Everyone says they want to know you, but they don’t.
They only want to know the nice things, the pretty things.
No one wants to know the ugly parts, the parts that keep you up at night.
They say they’re okay with it, but then they drift away.
And you never see them again.
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Piece of Me
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