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This wasn't the first time But it will be the last time I create an identifiable pain To numb the persisting wounds, That I let my hollow stomach Swallow all of my sorrows, That I go to bed hungry Struggle to wake up again, Just to Pace around my kitchen Afraid to open the refrigerator, I promise this is the last time, It's always the last time, Please let this be the last time..
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
Empty stomach, empty promises
This wasn't the first time But it will be the last time I create an identifiable pain To numb the persisting wounds, That I let my hollow stomach Swallow all of my sorrows, That I go to bed hungry Struggle to wake up again, Just to Pace around my kitchen Afraid to open the refrigerator, I promise this is the last time, It's always the last time, Please let this be the last time..
myrrdin
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
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