Your care is overwhelming
You cut into my skin
Whether you know it or not
You don't think it a sin
I'm just an afterthought
My troubles you laugh at
And you say they don't exist
Somehow it's just that
That's what makes me wince
Even if I was to die
Would you even see
Even if I killed myself
Would you waste a care on me
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