I feel sick to my stomach,
I'm sick of the lies.
I'm sick of the deception,
I'm sick of crying.
Maybe if I could make myself totally numb,
No one will ever hurt me.
Maybe if I stop caring,
I could stop hurting.
But I guess until then,
until i can push everyone away,
I'll feel all this pain.
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