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It hurts,
How we laugh,
How we cry.
It hurts,
How you told me,
That you're already dead inside.
I have a feeling,
That they don't know you like I do.
Me, being pulled in more than one direction,
Life has me confused.
It hurts,
The way we talk,
The way we smile.
It hurts,
How we eventually give up,
After a while.
I'll always remember,
How we cried.
When you told me,
That it hurts inside.
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