Why do I keep telling myself that
everything is fine
and nothing is bothering?
It sincerely hurts,
Then I find myself thinking late at
night about the things I've lost.
It's hard counting the things you've lost when you don't have anymore fingers to keep counting with.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
Why do I keep telling myself that
everything is fine
and nothing is bothering?
It sincerely hurts,
Then I find myself thinking late at
night about the things I've lost.
It's hard counting the things you've lost when you don't have anymore fingers to keep counting with.
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