Why can't they see,
how I pull down my sleeve,
Or how I always stay silent,
Or maybe how my smile doesn't reach my eyes anymore,
Or how I look so hurt before forcing another laugh,
Or how I talk about death all the time, subtly hinting that I want just that?
Oh right, they don't care.
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