sitting on a used bed
your presence disappeared into the pillow sheets
opened a journal
like a treasure map
running around
trying to get me back
hiding inside a box
without a lock
almost died
I cried
bled
felt the end of the world
everyone knows me
that's not the truth
pages
I spilled myself on
under a lake
asking myself
why does my heart
feel so heavy
can't hold a pen
I hear odd sounds
as if I lived underwater
presents
a book filled with empty pages
standing in front of me
I should know
I'm running away
from myself
I know myself
that's not the truth
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don't come looking around for someone who doesn't exist
don't go loving someone who doesn't feel the same
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