Issa hurt.
When you punch me. Kicked me. Throw me out of the bed.
Issa hurt.
When you avoid me. Not looking at me. Ignoring me.
It does not hurt on the outside. Nothing on the skin. No scar on my head.
But it hurts deeply inside.
In my heart. In my mind.
I know you didn’t mean it. I know you mean well.
But it stills hurt. Inside.
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