A light left when I was young,
And I, wretched, slowly succumbed
To a hollow death, the unhallowed breath;
Trapped in a life which liquor can’t numb.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 6:14 AM UTC
A light left when I was young,
And I, wretched, slowly succumbed
To a hollow death, the unhallowed breath;
Trapped in a life which liquor can’t numb.
I miss you, I miss what our family was, I wish that somebody sought therapy or medication for me instead of drowning their own sorrows and using me as an outlet for their suffering. I wish I was less compassionate to them and just left before the damage they wrought became a part of me forever
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