BPD

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How can you look, straight into my eyes

and not see the pain that I'm going through

How can you think I'm alright 

when each ragged breathe I take is tiring

how can you not understand, that every time I'm angry

It is an attempt to cover up the emptiness

how can I learn to love you?

when every moment I'm afraid you'll leave.



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