Ten

 I made it, finally through

What a week, so rough,
just one more, I suppose

Well, actually 2

Reality is hard,
Illusion keeps you alive

What a dream,
that's all it is

I like you, I really do
But you prefer everyone over me
I just kept insecure

Why would I like someone who keeps choosing everything but me?

Thing is, why would you even look at me

I'm sick and exhausted
and I don't know why I just keep thinking of you

And you know how i feel,
probably don't know how intense but yeah

i want it to be a secret,
keep it to myself,

could it be? can it be?

you don't want, and if you want, it makes you wrong

Just a ten, and I'll leave I'm sure

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