You don’t know my
story,
But
yet, you call me
weak.
Maybe you would
understand,
If you
cried yourself to
sleep.
We havn’t talked in
half a
year,
But
yet, you makes up
lies.
Maybe you would
understand,
If you woke up with
tear stained eyes.
So don’t tell me that
I’m different,
If you don’t
know what I’ve been
through.
Because if you
lost the one you
love,
I bet you’d be different
too.
MY QUOTE.
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