I don't care. Why should I? It's so easy to breathe when there's someone on your side to stand by you, to protect you, to shield your heart and wipe away your tears. But when there's no one there you question the hole you feel, the emptiness and how it eats away at you. I'm not breathing, I'm breaking.
I don't hate you, and I'm not angry. I say I don't care, but anyone who lifts my head and looks into my sad, unhappy eyes knows it's a lie. I care, very much.
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