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I cannot sit with this disgust while you thrive in life. I make the wrong choices— you stay right. What a sad game we play. I always enter the fight with my eyes tied. The sores on my body leak with stolen glances, moonlight nights. My bones turn outward. I crawl to God— forgive me once. I beg for the hundredth time. Agony owns my heart. It’s stuck in the yesterdays where you and I rot.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
R.O.T
I cannot sit with this disgust while you thrive in life. I make the wrong choices— you stay right. What a sad game we play. I always enter the fight with my eyes tied. The sores on my body leak with stolen glances, moonlight nights. My bones turn outward. I crawl to God— forgive me once. I beg for the hundredth time. Agony owns my heart. It’s stuck in the yesterdays where you and I rot.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
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