I must write out.
You maybe don't know how it hurts.
You know that I'm in agony?
The way you explained.
Like I'm not important.
Like I'm a pedophile.
Do you know what you are to me?
Do you know how I am shattered?
I really give up.
I know long lasting never exist.
Because that you're special,
simple text hurts the most.
I can't hold my tears the whole day.
Luckily I'm so busy that I forget everything, for a while.
Luckily I went to camp, with disguise that I'm so happy.
I'm really sorry to those committee,
but I'm really tired and shattered,
the part that I can't really hide.
I'm difficult.
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