It kills me to see that you think nobody cares about you.
When all I’ve done all this while; is care. Even though there have been countless times where you have knocked me down and tossed me away.
I still woke up with my scraped knees and bitter heart, half-standing just barely awake. And the first person I turned to was you. To care again; for you.
So, no. It is not fair for you to say that nobody cares about you. Because you had me. And you probably always will.
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