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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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Rodrigues Avatar
November 28, 2023 at 7:17 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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