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The cut that always bleeds but the one who cut it was me It's my fault for not caring anymore. I keep searching for the will to try, but everything feels like a chore. I'm not sure if I love you, but I wish I'd love you the way you love me too. I stopped caring and it worked, now it feels like all I do is hurt. I'm like a candle losing its flame. and it's only me left to blame. people have hurt me so many times. now I'm left like a field scarred by mines.