Thousand of questions and doubts through my mind , they all got an answer , they all got something for sure , but even if I have all the answers , all the questions , all the doubts gone there's something missing and that little something is you!
A few days ago you
told me something , now it's my turn to write the way I feel ,or I will have to scream alone in my house (I can't the neighbours are watching , with a disgusting face , I'm a psycho writing what I feel to not reach the autodestruction side).If you don't care , I won't care , so then you'll realise how important we are to each other.
Because sometimes you forget we are one , or because sometimes you runaway without saying a word? You say you say the truth even when you lie , now it's my turn to see what's real , even if it's fake.
Half the woman I used to be.
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