The same thing always happens.
In them, I am always a mess. I cry, I beg, I plead.
People keep saying that I will change, that things around me will change, and it will all blow over.
It's July, and I still feel the same way I did in the middle of June.
It still hurts, and I am still lingering.
Why does it have to be this way?
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