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Remember when you said that you loved me And that you really meant it I guess you were just kidding Now I'm sitting here all in my feelings Questioning these thoughts inside of my mind Like what kind of reality is this? Everyone lies, everybody deceives This life is full so much hatred and greed It puzzles me, no ones here when I'm falling apart at my seams It's getting hard to believe that I'm there for everybody But nobody's ever there for me

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Date: 11/28/2023 7:17:00 AM
Raw feelings. The sensitive feel so deeply, comforting others and hoping for comfort in return. Poetry is cathartic, a concoction of sorts, like tea poured for yourself to make it through the gloom.
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