Don't give me your truths,
from all of them I'll only reveal,
My heart has become a wound
that we can't ever heal.
These secrets, out of em all
yours feel like chains,
I'll break under pressure
A quiet catastrophe,
Time is a fleeting treasure.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
Don't give me your truths,
from all of them I'll only reveal,
My heart has become a wound
that we can't ever heal.
These secrets, out of em all
yours feel like chains,
I'll break under pressure
A quiet catastrophe,
Time is a fleeting treasure.
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