I'll never tell you this but,
I am still mad at you for not seeing me
When I needed you to see me.
I learned that I had to earn your love
From a very young age,
And it's grown into a blooming
Resentment
That tells me you're not safe.
Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 5:49 PM UTC
I'll never tell you this but,
I am still mad at you for not seeing me
When I needed you to see me.
I learned that I had to earn your love
From a very young age,
And it's grown into a blooming
Resentment
That tells me you're not safe.
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