I suppose I'll find you in the darkest corners of my existence
Resisting the urge to let go
And
be needed
My happiness does not want
Your words
They will be taken unheeded
As predicted
These countless
propositions mean little
To the girl who wants
You
unafflicted
And
without scars
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
I suppose I'll find you in the darkest corners of my existence
Resisting the urge to let go
And
be needed
My happiness does not want
Your words
They will be taken unheeded
As predicted
These countless
propositions mean little
To the girl who wants
You
unafflicted
And
without scars
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