when will people realise that we are all living in a fake world,
a fake society,
with fake people,
and fake emotions.
when will they realise that this isn't love.
it's pain.
and it hurts like a bitch.
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im falling to pieces without you.
i want to reach out but I know how the story goes,
we talk through problems and then you get mad.
you rage like burning hell,
and boy does it spread like wildfire.
the bruises you give are my only gift,
i want to reject your gift,
but you'd never let me.
because that's ungrateful:
sorry.
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i call out,
you don't answer.
i scream out,
you don't move.
i shriek,
you don't even flinch.
i whisper,
you pretend you don't hear me.
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im reaching out like you said,
but I keep getting these gifts and I don't want them anymore.
