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Secret 42
Dear You,
You know who you are.
You don’t do a thing about it.
You hate the way it hurts when you turn, lift your head up, and look into the mirror. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way it hurts when people use and use, instead of give and give. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way it hurts when you try, but never succeed. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way it hurts when you talk, but no one hears. When you walk, but no one moves. When you act, but no one reacts. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way all you ever do is don’t. Don’t smile, don’t laugh, don’t cry. You hate the way it hurts when you do, but no one notices.
Maybe you love the way it hurts. Maybe you don’t.
You don’t do a thing about it.
You know who you are.
You don’t do a thing about it.
You hate the way it hurts when you turn, lift your head up, and look into the mirror. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way it hurts when people use and use, instead of give and give. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way it hurts when you try, but never succeed. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way it hurts when you talk, but no one hears. When you walk, but no one moves. When you act, but no one reacts. You don’t do a thing about it. You hate the way all you ever do is don’t. Don’t smile, don’t laugh, don’t cry. You hate the way it hurts when you do, but no one notices.
Maybe you love the way it hurts. Maybe you don’t.
You don’t do a thing about it.