Sometimes I just hate the way I am.
I don't want to think about certain things or people, but I do. I want to be there for someone, instead I do nothing.
Some people might think I don't care, simply because I'm unable to show them the way I feel. No one will ever know how much I do care instead.
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Life as it is
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