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Fake consolations

My version of living hell Will never match Your version of living hell So please don't try to make me well.... I am in huge nutshell I am not ready to tell So please don't dwell Otherwise I will yell Understanding pain is art Not that easy problem, to sort Your words are not from your heart So they will never reach my heart You won't ever feel empathy So please don't show sympathy...
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Galaxy_22
21 / F
Published
May 29, 2017
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#fake #sympathy #consolations #hell #pain

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