It's a Lie
The love that you get from your parents.
That's all a lie.
The dreams that you're fed from them.
That's all a lie.
They always say that your parents are the only ones that can give you a special love.
That's all a lie.
There are people around you, picking up your pieces.
You might not care, but they do it without a reason.
Open your eyes and smile, find those who will carry you.
Because you're worth it. You'll find happiness soon.
That's the truth.
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