After all I've been through,
I really don't know,
how to love,
or even how to smile.
When I smile,
it's usually fake,
to cover up,
the pain I feel.
I don't think,
I've actually smiled,
unless I was,
with you.
But now I can't,
even smile then,
because of all,
you've said to me.
When you said,
'I give up on us, '
it felt like you,
tore out my heart.
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