S I C K
Sick of being at the root of the heartbreaks.
Sick of being replaced.
Sick of just being a sister to someone.
Sick of just not having someone to let my smile show.
Sick of nobody caring.
Sick of people making me the last person to know.
Sick of wanting to die.
Sick of my cringey life.
Sick of it all.
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