Heart.

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You tell me the pain, the depression, the sadness that your dealing with. I care somehow, i always do. I tell you encouraging words so you'll have faith, but do you know that its hurting me too?

I just want you to be happy, im ignoring my problems. I forgot to even check if i was okay.
I was too busy about you, i forgot about me.

I hope you know that i care about you, but this sacrifice, is killing me too.

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