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The Truth Hurts

I’m so tired of waiting
Waiting to be loved
Waiting to be liked
Waiting to be acknowledged

I don’t want to do this anymore.

(Say something. Say anything. Say a prayer. Save me.)

I wish you would take the time to figure me out.
I wish I could erase what never was.
I wish you knew me.

Nobody knows me.
Nobody knows me.

That’s the truth
Painful and raw, but truth nonetheless

This is it.
The jumping off point.
The fatal fall
The crushing landing.

And I don’t think you’ll miss me at all.

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