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You never notice, 

how broken I am.

I'm good at pretending,

no on better at it than me.

The tears fall down,

like rain in the spring.

But still,

you don't notice.

You focus on them,

the fakes, the liars. 

But the one who loves you,

she sits here and suffers.

Wanting you to hold her,

but you fail to see.

Honey,

that girl is me. 




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