Pain

This ink smears text across the paper as it dries.

Words that might be hurtful to you or me because they are written with my emotions.
I had a problem with being indecisive a few months ago.
I frequently choose actions that will benefit others even if I am aware that they will harm me. But as long as the other person gains significantly from these choices, I have never cared.
Although it appears to be love, this has absolutely no self-love. No one can stop me from being sad, and I can't stop others from being sad either.
Let's get right to the argument I'm making.
A few months ago, I faced a challenge. I had to choose in the harshest way ever.

I cry every time you tell me you love me.
Because I know I don't feel the same

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