What he doesn’t know is that, it hurts. It hurts being around him and it hurts being without him. It hurts watching him be with somebody else. He hurts me when he treats me the same as every other girl or when he calls me my name like all is well and fair. The spark isn’t in his sexy brown eyes when he looks at me, I’m just another soul in the one million he already knows… Oooh it hurts, it just hurts. I can’t tear my hair out in pain because I have to keep looking sane. I can’t say anything because my mother didn’t bring me up that way. I can’t ask him why because I would lose my pride. I can’t let go of him or tell him I how I feel because, I will lose him. It hurts.

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