Back to being sad.
Back to being lonely.
Back to being dead inside.
Back to fighting with myself.
Back to losing hope.
Back to being lost and damaged.
Back to feeling blue.
Back to loving you.
Back to loving, hating myself for letting you do what you do.
Back to being "brOKen"
Back to feeling numb.
Back to the boy, so now they call me dumb.
Back to feeling stupid.
Back to being used.
Back to the things I've secretly missed.
Back to being lost and confused.
Back to acting naive, just because I'm young.
Back at letting the pain back in because she asked so politely.
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