You can cut off both my hands
And I’d still be able to count
How many times you give a damn
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You can cut off both my hands
And I’d still be able to count
How many times you give a damn
Oh snap. I can feel the…not anger…but a general sense of “giving up.” Like you’ve done all that you can do, but it’s not good enough. Or maybe it’s because someone lied to you and made you feel as though you were special? But then turned and stabbed you in the back. A lot can be read from this, but I feel the pain.
Well done!
Yeahhhh… My mood last night was horrid
Sometimes that happens. Often, those moments produce some of our best work. Raw, real, honest posts. This was one of them!