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Every time I try to do the right thing, it always ends up wrong. Why do i even bother trying anymore? This feeling will last how long? I wish I could tell you everything I feel inside. But if I told you everything, if I were to confide, would I push you away? What good would it do me to tell you how I feel? It wouldn't change a damn thing, and none of my wounds would heal. |
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