Her world, my world
She’d cry If she found out
I couldn’t care less about her
But why does that make me sad?
She’d be sad if she knew
I couldn’t care less about that
But why does it make me hate myself?
She’d hate me if you told her
I couldn’t care less about it
But why does the thought make me cry?
Paralyzed: A Writing Guild
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