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Oct 2017
It's cool
I'm fine

These things I say,
I usually don't mean
They're usually just a blanket,
A blanket I toss over my heart
It's doesn't help me feel better,
But it helps you
So you can believe you're not breaking my heart,
Shattering my very existence with words that you probably see as nothing
But see I'm too messed up for that to be true
Maybe it's the pain of my absent father
Maybe it's the pain of feeling alone
Maybe it's the pain of not knowing why I'm here
Maybe I can't be who you want me to be...
Written by
Denecia  24/F
   Lior Gavra and Vishal Gupta
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