Telling you how I feel, is like trying to tell a child why the sky is blue.
Its simply impossible.
My heart aches to tell you, but sadly I can't.
I wish I wasn't worthless.
I wish I had an importance.
Telling you might be the hardest thing for me to deal with.
I rather tell you why I hate myself.
I don't want people to feel sorry.
Telling you... is simply impossible.
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