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Hidden Misery

I need you to need me.
I want you to open your eyes.
I wish for you to see me.
I’m right in front of you.
But you can’t see me.
You can’t find me.
Because I am gone,
I am done with all of this.
With you and all the pain you have caused me to feel.
This pain isn’t the worst part.
It’s that you have no idea.





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