These days, my mind is so complicated that I can't write well and I have a bad headache.
I'm sorry for being this kind of writer.
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Don't you know that the words you blurt out can hurt others?
Can't you just tell me it's okay, I'm on your side?
I need to say something like that, but you won't say it.
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You're doing well enough now, you're okay enough now
I guess you wanted to hear these words, seeing as you lived while suppressing the pain
But now it's too hard, I can't bear the pain anymore
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I'm so tired, I want to give up on life and everything else
It's hard to pretend to be bright in front of people anymore.
It's hard enough for me to know even without me expressing it, but you don't know
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Could you please take what I'm saying a little more seriously?
I'm not joking, why are you hitting me like that?
I'm sick too, much more than you think
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To me, who has already been hurt a lot by my friends,
Did I have to inflict another wound?
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Now, that wound needs healing.