You hurt me and you don’t even know it.
You kill me inside every day.
You & your face…… it’s torture.
When you smile, a little piece of me dies.
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They usually don't it seems. They just somehow move on while were the one torturing ourselves about what went wrong and they're just going on with there lives like we meant nothing at all. It's so messed up.
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They usually don't it seems. They just somehow move on while were the one torturing ourselves about what went wrong and they're just going on with there lives like we meant nothing at all. It's so messed up.