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At my breaking point It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay Distraction was key. But as they pulled out, Scraped my car, it wasn’t okay anymore. Barely noticeable, A scratch I will tell No one about. I let them go. As they swept across my car But “didn’t feel anything.” It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay Have to dry my eyes. Worst day to not Wear makeup. I couldn’t speak. I simply broke. I feel weak. I want him. I can’t. It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay God hold me
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7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
its okay
At my breaking point It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay Distraction was key. But as they pulled out, Scraped my car, it wasn’t okay anymore. Barely noticeable, A scratch I will tell No one about. I let them go. As they swept across my car But “didn’t feel anything.” It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay Have to dry my eyes. Worst day to not Wear makeup. I couldn’t speak. I simply broke. I feel weak. I want him. I can’t. It’s okay It’s okay It’s okay God hold me
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May 28, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
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