Don't let the past remind us of what we aren't now
I don't know what it is, I just cry sometimes. Maybe I'm too oblivious to the things going on around me, that I don't realize that I'm hurting as much as I am, so when the tears stream down my face, and I don't have anything to say, don't ask me why I'm crying. Because I simply don't know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.
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