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How can you not see, That I’m hurting constantly? I have gone through life, Worrying about others. But, what about myself? How can you not try, Try to help, comfort, support me? I have to carry others, while I carry myself. After a while, that carrying becomes too much. And you have to decide, Drop others or drop yourself. And for me, It’s always myself. How can you not see, That I’m constantly hurting? From the pain of carrying, Constantly caring, For others. Never myself.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
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How can you not see, That I’m hurting constantly? I have gone through life, Worrying about others. But, what about myself? How can you not try, Try to help, comfort, support me? I have to carry others, while I carry myself. After a while, that carrying becomes too much. And you have to decide, Drop others or drop yourself. And for me, It’s always myself. How can you not see, That I’m constantly hurting? From the pain of carrying, Constantly caring, For others. Never myself.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
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