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—𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌.

idk if im playing myself, or if im iust ignoring these lies
how come everytime i care, they leave w no words, no goodbyes.

and everytime i start to move on, they come running back to me.
sometimes i wonder if i ever need them, would they even care for me?

would they talk to me, and listen to my words, and stay by my side
or would they just leave me alone & stab my back w a knife.

i feel like it will just repeat, a never-ending story
i wish one day it will all stop, maybe, by that time, i'd stop saying sorry.

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