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The hard days
When I don’t see them coming
When I’m already navigating thing after thing
Hit me like a ton or bricks
When objects I really cared for are destroyed
When it seams as if you don’t care if it hurts
When the communication is refused
And your in this mood
I feel the most alone too
Like what am I to do
I feel like I don’t matter
I’m just trying to accomplish all the things
And I just want a safe space to come home to
And it’s not a thing
What even is comfort or peace
It’s not for me
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
❤️🩹
The hard days
When I don’t see them coming
When I’m already navigating thing after thing
Hit me like a ton or bricks
When objects I really cared for are destroyed
When it seams as if you don’t care if it hurts
When the communication is refused
And your in this mood
I feel the most alone too
Like what am I to do
I feel like I don’t matter
I’m just trying to accomplish all the things
And I just want a safe space to come home to
And it’s not a thing
What even is comfort or peace
It’s not for me
I just am always unsure of how to navigate my love and how I feel so unloved
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