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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