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What do you do when all hope is gone? What do you do when everything turns out wrong?

Do you sit in your corner and hide from your fears? Or do you cry all night praying for someone to dry your tears?

Do you really think any of that will help you? Are you just too stupid to believe it's true?

I thought. I knew. That you cared. About me.

On the inside, all alone. I really should have known.

You told me lies all the time. Why should it even surprise me?