Why didn’t you tell me the foundation you taught me to stand on is made from quicksand?
It hurt, the pain in my chest like my heart would stop beating and my ribs feel so cracked
You sent someone else to explain why I would have your absence everyday for breakfast
Why my heart will stop beating fast
Why my fears are there to last
It hurts to know that right now you’re a part of my Past.
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