It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
It hurts so much to know that you'd still care enough to share.
To laugh and to tease.
To smile.
To be rejected, in the end.
Like you used to be.
By me.
It hurts.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
And it hurts me too much just to hurt you.
Like how I used to.
Hurting you.
Yet here I am.
Standing still, bleeding.
As always as I will be.
It hurts.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
It hurts to know in the end.
It is me who's being hurt all the time.
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