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But it is just another one of those psychological lies.

What is love I wonder? 

Why do I continue to crave it?

Why can't I hold myself up anymore? 

There are those days.

Those days where I fake the whole day

Then others where I complete fall apart and no one is there to keep me together. 

It's hard to be okay.

Though I'm tired all the time. 

Even when I'm not tired. 

I shake, I shiver but that all goes away. 

I can snap out it, when I don't overthink

I'm almost a shell but I'm still in love.

It's been too long where that was reciprocated. 

I pretend like it's all okay. 

What do I know. 

No one cares or so I am actually told.