It hurts when you say:
"I understand."
"I know what you're going through."
"I can fully agree with what you are saying."
When you basically do the same things that she does.
You're always pressing your lips agai st the can.
Eyes becoming heavy and half-lidded as the liquid enters your blood system.
It hurts to think you'd always say, "I know. I feel the same way."
I hate to admit this, but you're just like the others.
I just wish it wouldn't be like this.
You can't replace those I've lost. You can't be the same as them.
You'll always be a stranger, of the family. No one more to me.
I hate when you say, "I'm sorry."
For things; you don't know, that hurt me deep down.
So don't say anything like that anymore.
Just don't even SAY anything.
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Life Of Reality
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