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ⅹⅸ: i die

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honestly, it hurts.

it hurts so freaking much that i die each day.

its funny how i just knew now.

that i was never really special for you.

that i was never the person that comes up to your mind.

that everything i did was nothing to you.

and now i'm writing this,

crying my heart out.

'cause every time that i tell myself I'm over you,

i die.

i die because i know i'm just somebody that passes by.

i'm just somebody who did everything for you,

and yet it seems like i'm invisible.

it seems like i'm nothing.

it hurts so freaking much,

that I don't feel anything anymore.

that i'm numb.

that i'm overwhelmed with the feelings i try to forget.

that someday I know I'd die,

because of you.