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It hurts to cry

and have to learn

while still young and innocent

what it means to die



It hurts knowing that happiness

although within my grasp

is hard to hold onto

and even begin to catch



It hurts when you hurt

and it hurts when you're gone

it hurts to cry

does it hurt to die?



Does it hurt to go away and never come back

or leave without saying a goodbye

does it hurt to wonder...

to wonder how and why?



Because it hurts to ponder mile after mile

waiting for any sign to be received

it hurts to know no more laughter and smiles

it hurts so bad to know you had to leave