I don't know

I don't know anymore...

I say the, "I love you"s are getting fake,

hoping that it's true,

although I know it's not...

I wait.

Every day.

And I will wait.

Every day.

If this year was hard,

just think about next year.

I dread it,

yet look forward to it.

I feel nothing but sadness,

yet the sadness is happy,

happy that it's known,

that it's not hiding anymore.

I just don't know what to think about anymore.

You?

Me?

Both?

The End

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