fob.lina

Awestruck

At the sight of pain, I'm useless

I really am sorry for the inconvenience but

how can I help you if I'm broken myself

My heart cries at the sight of him

knowing he doesn't notice me and wishing he'd

acknowledge me at some point in time

crying I deserve better will not help

with everything life throws at me



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